Josh W
03-16-2004, 03:35 AM
So Wednesday, March 17th, I came home from work. I packed my bags, grabbed some dinner, drank a green beer, then went to bed by 9:00 p.m. I awoke at 3:00 a.m., hopped in my truck, and started driving to Vegas.
After a quick stop in the beautiful metropolis of Barstow for fuel and fuel, I pulled into the Bellagio parking lot at 7:30 a.m., more excited than rested.
See, for 5 years now, I go out to Vegas for the first weekend of March Madness. I don't bet sports except when in Vegas, and even then don't bet much. However, Thursday was my lucky day.
I head back to the sportsbook at the Bellagio...the place is dead. One guy shooting craps, two people playing blackjack, and many silent slot machines. I take a peak into the cardroom...there's a good 1-5 stud game going, and a short 30-60 game. That's it.
Oh, but the sportsbook is overflowing. All kinds of college students, it looks like U of 'Zona is well represented here. They have a point guard named Mustafa. Based on this alone, I place a wager on the cats. I make a few bets, and two three team parlays.
What a day...I nail both parlays in the morning, and break even in my other bets. I settle into the 30-60, and go on a legit rush.
I leave to go pick up some buddies who fly in at 5:00. We grab dinner at the Buffet (I got comps from the poker room...woo hoo).
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Well, you get the idea. Of course, it's only Monday, and I don't leave for another 50some hours. But I'm excited.
Gonna be a great time. Gonna see a ton of friends from college that I haven't seen since Hector was a pup. Gonna probably drink. Gonna eat. May sleep a little on Saturday.
But I doubt it.
Sound like madness? It is!!
Josh
After a quick stop in the beautiful metropolis of Barstow for fuel and fuel, I pulled into the Bellagio parking lot at 7:30 a.m., more excited than rested.
See, for 5 years now, I go out to Vegas for the first weekend of March Madness. I don't bet sports except when in Vegas, and even then don't bet much. However, Thursday was my lucky day.
I head back to the sportsbook at the Bellagio...the place is dead. One guy shooting craps, two people playing blackjack, and many silent slot machines. I take a peak into the cardroom...there's a good 1-5 stud game going, and a short 30-60 game. That's it.
Oh, but the sportsbook is overflowing. All kinds of college students, it looks like U of 'Zona is well represented here. They have a point guard named Mustafa. Based on this alone, I place a wager on the cats. I make a few bets, and two three team parlays.
What a day...I nail both parlays in the morning, and break even in my other bets. I settle into the 30-60, and go on a legit rush.
I leave to go pick up some buddies who fly in at 5:00. We grab dinner at the Buffet (I got comps from the poker room...woo hoo).
.
.
.
.
.
.
Well, you get the idea. Of course, it's only Monday, and I don't leave for another 50some hours. But I'm excited.
Gonna be a great time. Gonna see a ton of friends from college that I haven't seen since Hector was a pup. Gonna probably drink. Gonna eat. May sleep a little on Saturday.
But I doubt it.
Sound like madness? It is!!
Josh