Monday, June 8, 2015

EVERYTHING IN THREES: TRIPLE BETS, TRIPLE CHICKS, TRIPLE CROWN

It was a historical day at the races; an epic chance after 37 years for a thoroughbred, American Pharaoh, to make history and win the triple crown.


Soon after I opened the doors, an attractive couple swaggered in, ordering tequila drinks, feeding quarters into the pool table, and engaging in banter that showed it was a long established love-hate relationship. He called her "high maintenance" for her drink order (Casamigos Blanco, with soda, a splash of pineapple juice and 2 limes), and he criticized her pool rule knowledge; she humored him and laughed off his wise ass comments and played on.

Soon, a solo drinking California dude pulled up a stool and started a Tecate drink string. I'm not sure if he intended it to be a "hit and run" drink or not, but I already decided he wasn't allowed to leave.  "Kidnapped." That's how I think.

Shortly, I had some diehard, entertaining, goofy, regulars show up, and soon I had a 6 person party of shot drinking jokesters. The new Cali guy fit in quickly, stayed for a double trifecta (6 beers), and partaked in shots with the usual suspects. He quickly bonded with a similarly bearded tattooed fella, over Allman Brothers and obscure music knowledge. They looked like they could have been separated at birth. West Coast newbie will be back! Probably next week; fingers crossed. He was a customer that we would love to add to our arsenal of awesomeness.

I decided to start a Belmont Stakes pool, so that we could fully enjoy the race since the return on investment would be better than any odds at the track. It was like a football pool, with random numbers drawn, and no profit for the house; no laws broken. In my mind, it would make it a party, and whoever won would likely reinvest at least some of the profits into more drinks thereafter. Win, win.

One lucky regular picked "5" twice, and being that was the Triple Crown best bet, he was likely to be the big winner. I decided to take it and run with it, and started chanting like an enthusiastic crap shooter : "Come ooooooon, fifty five....fifty five!" hollering "five, five, shooter, let's goooooooo fifty five!!!!!" in a voice that sounded like a well seasoned auctioneer.

The first pool had sold out quickly, and I had three pools going with $10 a number (The most profit to be made was $130 by the regular who picked five twice.)  Not bad for a $30 investment (he was in all three).

(To be continued...sooooooon, stay tuned for part 2)

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