Boxing leads to 23 cent profit!
I decided to go to Miami, OK (pronounced my-am-uh), last night to watch a boxing match. My friend's trainer was fighting after the main event. I've never been to a boxing match and not sure I'd enjoy watching one, but this was going to be on ESPN 2, so there really wasn't much of a decision to make. The event was at Buffalo Run Casino and started at 7:30 p.m. Time we left Tulsa to go to said event: 7:16 p.m.
We got to the casino at 8:45 p.m., where we then spent the next 15 minutes circling the parking lot. We had to find the perfect spot. We weren't too concerned about missing the match because it was last. We finally found a spot that saved us from walking an extra 20 feet, and arrived just as the main event was about to start. At the ticket booth, we learned all the cheap tickets had been sold out and only the expensive seats remained. After weighing our options, we decided we'd rather gamble the money than pay to watch two men bloody each other up. To the black jack tables we went.
What I hate about the casinos in Oklahoma, or one of the many things I don't care for in the casinos in Oklahoma, is that you have to pay an ante for every hand played. For every bet I made I had to pay a quarter or fifty cents. It's a dirty little greedy trick in my opinion. But we played anyway. We sat at a table with who I assume was the casino regular drunk. At first, he was entertaining, but then he got annoying. I probably came to this conclusion at the same time he called me out on my poor singing skills. I forgot to mention that the casino, though cowboy themed, was bumping some really great 80s music, which I can not not sing to. The table drunk asked me where I spent all the money I was supposed to use on my singing lessons. I told him I gambled it all away, but he did shut me up and I could only sing along in my head after that. I started out by just making five dollar bets, but then I got the gambling itch. I was up about twenty dollars, so I put out a fifty dollar bet. And the adrenaline roller coaster begins: I can't watch. Awesome. First card is a face card. Okay, come on dealer. Paint that baby with an ace. Woohoo! Black jack! Phew. Man, I can't handle this. To most a fifty dollar bet isn't that much, but with gas prices on the rise, I'd much rather not lose it. I feel relieved, but decide to let it ride. I can't watch, and it's a good thing, because I lose. Well, it's all or nothing. I go ahead and put the rest of my chips out there. An eleven. I HAVE to double down. I take out more cash and lay it on the table. Please give me a ten. I can't handle this. Hooray a ten! I win and leave. That is way too stressful, and I won about $30. Just enough to pay for the gas to get to Miami. (We could have done the same thing in Tulsa in a much nicer casino.) I'll consider it warm up for my trip to Vegas next month.
On the way out, we decided to play one dollar on the slots. Where we won a combined amount of twenty-three whopping cents. I should go to boxing matches more often.
We got to the casino at 8:45 p.m., where we then spent the next 15 minutes circling the parking lot. We had to find the perfect spot. We weren't too concerned about missing the match because it was last. We finally found a spot that saved us from walking an extra 20 feet, and arrived just as the main event was about to start. At the ticket booth, we learned all the cheap tickets had been sold out and only the expensive seats remained. After weighing our options, we decided we'd rather gamble the money than pay to watch two men bloody each other up. To the black jack tables we went.
What I hate about the casinos in Oklahoma, or one of the many things I don't care for in the casinos in Oklahoma, is that you have to pay an ante for every hand played. For every bet I made I had to pay a quarter or fifty cents. It's a dirty little greedy trick in my opinion. But we played anyway. We sat at a table with who I assume was the casino regular drunk. At first, he was entertaining, but then he got annoying. I probably came to this conclusion at the same time he called me out on my poor singing skills. I forgot to mention that the casino, though cowboy themed, was bumping some really great 80s music, which I can not not sing to. The table drunk asked me where I spent all the money I was supposed to use on my singing lessons. I told him I gambled it all away, but he did shut me up and I could only sing along in my head after that. I started out by just making five dollar bets, but then I got the gambling itch. I was up about twenty dollars, so I put out a fifty dollar bet. And the adrenaline roller coaster begins: I can't watch. Awesome. First card is a face card. Okay, come on dealer. Paint that baby with an ace. Woohoo! Black jack! Phew. Man, I can't handle this. To most a fifty dollar bet isn't that much, but with gas prices on the rise, I'd much rather not lose it. I feel relieved, but decide to let it ride. I can't watch, and it's a good thing, because I lose. Well, it's all or nothing. I go ahead and put the rest of my chips out there. An eleven. I HAVE to double down. I take out more cash and lay it on the table. Please give me a ten. I can't handle this. Hooray a ten! I win and leave. That is way too stressful, and I won about $30. Just enough to pay for the gas to get to Miami. (We could have done the same thing in Tulsa in a much nicer casino.) I'll consider it warm up for my trip to Vegas next month.
On the way out, we decided to play one dollar on the slots. Where we won a combined amount of twenty-three whopping cents. I should go to boxing matches more often.
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