Sep 29 2009

the houston texans owe me $1,750

In my last post, I mentioned I’m not much of a gambler.  I guess I should amend that statement.  I’d say I don’t enjoy the table games (or the slots) but even that’s a little disingenuous.  I really like blackjack and roulette is okay, and I’m sure I’d like craps, too, if I ever bothered to learn what’s going on.  The thing is, I just don’t have the fortitude it takes for that enjoyment to pay off.  In order to win big, one has to be willing to lose big.  I just don’t have that instinct.  Fortunately for me, though, this past weekend I learned the joy of parlay betting.  Now, I’m not naive enough to believe that these odds aren’t stacked against me too.  I know the house always wins.  It’s just that betting on football is within my comfort zone.

I was an overall winner (monetarily speaking) for the first time ever at the end of this trip.  I placed before the early games a $50 bet on a three-game parlay (Giants, Saints, Colts) that paid off at six-to-one.  As those games drew to a close and Dabysan realized he was out of the money on all his early bets he decided to play a five-game parlay on the late games.  We both played the same teams: Chargers, Broncos, Saints, Bears, and Colts.  I bet $20.  It paid off at forty-to-one.  Those two bets, combined with the $25 I put on the Lions to win, brought my total winnings to $750.  Not too shabby.

Except that it could – should – have been a whole lot more.  In my post-winning euphoria, I didn’t realize until yesterday that one of my early bets was only off by a single game.  You can see the ticket above.  The seven-game parlay pays off at seventy-to-one, and I lost out on a $2,500 total payday because the goddamn Texans couldn’t get their shit together.  They fucking owe me.  Andre Johnson and Owen Daniels are both Toledo Maroons.  If they don’t both score (at least) double-digit fantasy points for the rest of the season, there will be hell to pay.