I decided I was going to bet on The Kentucky Derby yesterday.
Earlier this year I got to thinking about new things I could do that would be radically different than anything I have done before. I am looking to exponentially change my life and make it more interesting to me.
I thought about horse racing and looked into racetracks in NH in my naivete. Thought it would be cool to visit a track from time to time and lay down a gentleman's wager.
There are no fucking horse racing tracks in NH. You can go to places that televise races from around the country and bet on them there but that ain't the same, baby. I was looking to be the next Charles Bukowski; sitting in the stands in my thrift shop clothes, betting on the horses, spitting and cussing, drinking whiskey.
I got the whiskey part down. Turns out that is all I got.
So I am digging on the run up to the Derby yesterday, doing my homework because I dig the race and want to know what is going on.
First thing I notice is a horse named "Always Dreaming". Boom; that's my horse. I swear on a fucking stack of bibles I did not know how highly rated the horse was at the time. As I did the research I realized this horse was the favorite.
And my mind started churning. I decided I was going to bet on The Kentucky Derby. I have never done that before, have never even bet on a horse race before. Used to go to the dogs many years ago but that ain't the ponies, baby.
I was excited. Found a betting website associated with Churchill Downs, did some research, satisfied myself it was legit and went for it.
Tried to lay down a $20 bet on Always Dreaming - to win.
At first I tried it through Paypal. When I originally set up the Paypal account I set it to receive payments in anticipation of the millions of dollars that were to come my way rewarding my writing skills. So far I have received $9.41.
Apparently I did not set up the account to be able to receive money from my bank account, because I was not anticipating using Paypal to buy anything. Bottom line - I could not fund the bet through Paypal.
Fuck it - no big deal. I will use my debit card. Entered all the pertinent information and got rejected. Not because there is no money in the account - there is plenty of money in the account - come on, I am not a fucking lowlife.
The message said they could not accept that particular card. Even though the option was "Credit/debit card, Mastercard/Visa." My card is a Mastercard debit card.
Fuck it - no big deal. Everybody knows debit cards are the weak little sisters of credit cards anyway.
I go for my credit card - a straight up credit card. A Chase credit card with plenty of room on it.
Rejected. Fucking rejected. Same message - "we cannot accept this card".
WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?
I read the fine print on the betting website to make sure there was no betting minimum. There is - $2.
Blood was running out of my eyeballs.
I never got the bet down.
Always Dreaming won the race.
I would have won $114.00. After deducting my $20 bet and the $5 processing fee, I would have walked away with $89.
In 2017 I am trying to look on the bright side. The bright side is I may have discovered a new diversion. Betting on the horses. Even if I can't be there I can still bet and gambling is exciting.
I will find out why my bet could not be processed, I will fix that and I will bet.
Definitely on The Belmont Stakes, definitely on The Preakness. Maybe on other races too.
Carol is very excited about this. Especially after I explained that this could be our new "retirement in comfort" strategy.
Everybody knows that betting on the ponies is a sound financial investment. AND, I would have won the first bet I ever made had I got it down.
So obviously I have a knack for it.
As The Pogues sang in "Fairytale of New York": "Got on a lucky one, came in at eighteen to one, I've got a feeling this year's for me and you...........................I love you baby, I can see a better time, when all our dreams come true."
2017, Carol. Our year.
With my solid accounting background and my innate knack for picking a winner, we are going to ride the ponies to freedom.