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So long, Metro 6 Shooter. I barely knew ye.
My buddy Carl and I played the thing a week or so ago at my local simulcast joint and we had some fun with it. I hadn’t played Yonkers since I was in short pants, so it was a real blast from the past.
Playing Yonkers reminded me of smoking in hospitals and calling secretaries ‘secretaries’. It was like fishing without a license and using the imperial system, while giving your foul-mouthed kid the strap.
And then, snap, the good old days were gone again. They cancelled the new Pick 6 wager just five weeks in because — dagnabit — people won the damn thing!
I know us bettors get a bad rap for bitching and moaning about every little thing, but c’mon. The tracks have to ride it out a little, don’t they? Of course, it’s no fun seeding a pool with big money and then have someone keep winning it before those losing bets start to roll up, but, geez, five weeks?
Believe me, I’ve had losing streaks that have lasted for five weeks and I never took my ball and went home. It’s like a casino closing down just because the house took it on the chin for one blackjack shoe.
People will say the bettors didn’t support it and that it wasn’t ‘catching on’. They’ll say the bettors didn’t build the pool up enough. They’ll say they tried to give the bettors what they want, but the ingrates couldn’t be bothered. They’ll say that we can’t say they didn’t try.
Five weeks!
Give us a chance. It’s Saturdays in the middle of the summer. Some of us have nagging wives that make us go to our niece’s weddings instead of the racetrack on Saturdays in the middle of the summer. Believe me, I’d rather have been stuffing $100 into the Metro Shooter than stuffing $100 into a flowery $4.99 wedding card for my lovely niece and the G20-protesting-hippy that she married.
Give us a chance. Carl and I aren’t hooked into Facebooker or Twiddle so it takes us a while to get the word out. Our social network gets together Thursday mornings at the donut shop to sort out who’s buying the week’s 649 tickets. We told everyone there that they should give this Metro Shooter a shot. A bunch of the guys said they’d try it. Now they’ve got nothing to try.
I guess next Saturday Carl, me, and the donut shop boys will go fishing instead — after we get our licenses.
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July 7, 2010
3:09 PM
3:09 PM
Mr. Oswalt,
You sound stressed. But gambling, smoking in hospitals, eating donuts and poaching fish won't quiet your restless soul.
Have you tried meditation? A body talker? Switching to a yogurt containing probiotic cultures?
In the meantime, I will send positive energy your way.
You sound stressed. But gambling, smoking in hospitals, eating donuts and poaching fish won't quiet your restless soul.
Have you tried meditation? A body talker? Switching to a yogurt containing probiotic cultures?
In the meantime, I will send positive energy your way.
~ Calliope Hicks
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