Degenerate Gambling Report

Left LA at 11:00 am yesterday, got home at 1:30 am after a trip to the track at Del Mar, one 4 hour poker game, and a trip to the Foxfire later.

Not a bad day at the track: hit two trifectas, one modest superfecta (the first 4 horses in order) composed mostly of favorites, and a neat 5-6 quinnella, that in the 4th race, with the 6-5 battling down to the wire, well ahead of the pack.

It appeared that the day might be near-legendary, when in the 8th my 7-11-13-14 superfecta full of longshots going off from 11 to 29 to one ran in a perfect fucking pack for about half the race, sorting out of the gate on the backstretch in nice order and heading around the final curve with an 11-1 horse in the lead and all four horses in front. I figure the superfecta would have hit for at least $3-4,000 provided 7 13 or 14 won.

Then, the legs fell off every single one of those fucking nags and only one finished in the top 5, with 3 of the 4 finishing 8-10 in a 12 horse field.

Well, it was a long race. If it had been a shorter one, who knows.

Del Mar is a weird place though — filled with white people, and particularly well-fed blonde housewives wearing sun dresses and $600 sunglasses, who looked like Paris Hilton after too many trips to the buffet line.

At Hollywood Park, the crowd has scroungy looking men of mixed ethnicity drinking pints of Coors light from plastic bottles, and munching world class Pink’s childogs. At Del Mar, there are blonde hausfraus sipping Veuve Cliqout from chilled champagne glasses, munching stuff that passes for corned beef if you’re a goy, or never been to New York, or even Langer’s.

All in all, a pretty fucking good day.