Funny side note to my story above is I wasn’t going to bet this year’s Derby. Didn’t put in the home work like in year’s past and the Baffert nonsense soured me.
My buddy I’ve known since we were kids texted me about 9:30 wanting me to go get his bets. He said he’d Zelle me an extra $30 for gas and the cover charge. He called me and I helped him out making his $200 worth of bets.
I got up there, waited in line for 20 minutes, made his bets, and he had some money left over. He called me and I went outside so I could hear and he came up with another bet. I waited in line again, made the extra bet, took photos of all the tickets and let him know to let me know in the next 5 minutes if he wanted me to change anything because I was about to leave. I had been there an hour and I had spent about 45 minutes on the phone with him for an hour. I didn’t mind. He would have done the same but I was starving and it was past noon.
I leave. Hit the Costco for the dog and drink, when he texts me and says, if I have anything left over put $5 on that 99-1 number 21 for me. I let him know I think he has $7 left over but I’m across the Highway eating now. I said I’d go back if he needs me to, his call. He said don’t worry about it. Of course we all know what happened.
he texts me right after the race “do you think you could go back and tell them I was going to make that bet?”
He actually wasn’t upset. I felt worse than he did
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