Working in the book, a stranger walks up to the counter on Friday. Asks “how much will you take on a horse to win the Derby?”
Whatever you want to bet.
(People ask this all the time. Sports are different from parimutuel, meaning
there are limits in sports, not so much in horses)
Guy says “I’ll take the 16 horse to win for 1000.”
I look down at my sheet. It’s Animal Kingdom. 20-1.
I say “Animal Kingdom. 20-1. $1000 to win?”
He looks at me and says yes. Ticket prints.
Awkward silence. Blank stare.
He says, “I’ll take it again.”
I ask “another dime to win on the 16?”
The man nods. Ticket prints.
He goes on to do the oaks/derby double, all/16. He keys the 16 in exactas, trifectas, pick 3s, etc.
I have taken a lot of bets and met so many types over the years in the biz..
This one felt different.
He wasn’t much for small talk, but I got him to open up a little and he made a convincing case for his 20-1 shot.
I counted the money, gave him his tickets, and he left. No one else was around except my supervisor and me.
The sup asked me “what he bet”
I said “he just bet 2 dimes on Animal Kingdom to win the Derby.”
He goes “you know the guy?” Nope. “Ever seen him before?” Nope. “What do you think? Any shot?”
I paused. And then said “Hell yeah. I think he has a good shot.”
For the next 24 hours, I told everyone that asked...
“Animal Kingdom is going to win the Derby.”
It was 2011. I think my record in picking Derby winners up to this point was 0-fer.
But this guy had me convinced that this horse had a shot, and I told anyone and everyone who asked.
Race comes, and after being run over for hours...
When the race starts, everything stops. Workers join customers in watching the coolest 2 minutes in sports.
We all had bets on Animal Kingdom.
Around the last turn, it happens. “HERE COMES ANIMAL KINGDOM, charging down the back stretch.”
On the outside, in the last stretch,
He passes a couple horses (Nehro and Mucho Macho Man) and WINS the race.
Usually, we don’t show much emotion behind the counter, but a co worker named Mike almost tackled me. He bet $100 to win on him so he picked up two dimes, which was a huge score.
Not many people had him..
I couldn’t believe I finally had a Derby winner. I wondered about the guy who bet him with me the day before.
As fate would have it, Sunday morning, I opened the book again.
Nobody in there at 7am except me and the sup. In walks the guy.
“There he is.” High fives ensue..
We rehash the race, step by step. Watch the replay on the screens above us.
Tells me his name is Jimmy. Just moved to Vegas from Jersey less than a year ago. Tired of winter and taxes.
I cash his tickets while we talk. All said and done, just north of 50k. He fills out the...
paperwork while we get the fill from the cage.
I pay the man his money. He had a gym bag to put it in.
He counts out some money and says “is this good for a tip?”
I don’t count it and say yes. And thank him for the horse and the tip. We shake hands and he says “see you for..
the Preakness.” Off he went.
Animal Kingdom will always have a special place in my memory.
For those of you who made
It through the story, I have a question. How much was Jimmy’s tip?
Answer will be revealed after the race.
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It was 1994, in Pittsburgh. Was working multiple jobs & hanging out with guys who bet games and guys who booked games.
Everything was done in pick up and drop offs. Everything was done over the phone. Word of mouth was how info got passed. It was..
also how you got a guy.
There was no promo code. There were no bonuses (at least at the beginning). If Moses the barber took your action, it was because he knew you or someone vouched for you.
All the book guys I met had cool nicknames. Bussy, Philly, Pie, and Rabbi were..
a few that a 23 year old kid was around at the card games, the fantasy drafts, let alone the dinners.
Got into a Sunday night card game with the Barber. He invited a couple other guys. The Rat, a bartender, the Bomber, a golf pro, Killer (we weren’t sure what he did), Tooney..
Non-stop, three days in a row, lines of people 100 deep, ticket..
after ticket, and just enough time to go home & take a nap in between. In all my years in the business, have never seen it as busy as it was these three days.
Back at it Sunday morning, hoping to just get through this day and not snap.
At lunch with my dad, years ago, an old bookie guy told us..
“All this shit, all the sports, all the suits, all the hats, none of it means shit if you don’t take care of the home team.”
Remember like it was yesterday. Thought I knew shit. So I ask..
“Wait, what? Sports are fixed? Don’t tell me that.”
He smiled at my dad. Looked over at me. And went..
“Your home team is your family. You have to play strong at home. You don’t win every game, but you have to make sure they are good before you go on the road. You..
understand?”
I nodded.
“You are a good son. Listen to your parents. Keep an eye out for your brothers & sisters at all times. Shit will get tough. You will understand when you have kids of your own.”
Today is Thanksgiving. For many of us, today is a special day. For me, it is the three "F's." Back in school, F's were bad, but today, it's all about the Food, Football & Family.
The date was 11/27/1980. Bears at Lions. Det -3, 37 was the line..
Up to that point, I had always been a Steeler fan, growing up in the glory days of the Super Bowl Champs. Every Sunday, the day was centered around whether the game was on at 1pm or 4pm.
I knew we didn't like the Browns and Bengals, and despite the best uniforms in football..
we weren't supposed to like the Houston Oilers, but man, those baby blues and Earl Campbell were fantastic.
The other teams were just that..other teams, brought to life by the halftime highlights on Monday Night Football by Howard Cosell.