So you want to bet at OTB…
Originally Written: May 27, 2008
The Belmont Stakes is coming up (Saturday, June 7) and Big Brown could become the first Triple Crown winner in decades, so horse racing has been thrust in the spotlight even more so than the usual May. The Triple Crown (the Kentucky Derby, the Preekness and the Belmont Stakes) and to a lesser extent October’s Breeders’ Cup are the biggest races in the sport and they bring in hundreds of millions in bets. A lot of these bets, if not most, are from normal people like you and me, people who can’t even be called casual bettors.
The one thing I don’t wanna do with this blog is scare anyone away from coming to an OTB. In fact, I recommend it. Like I’ve said earlier, it’s a human safari and there’s an interesting culture to be observed. And while I wouldn’t recommend getting out of the car and kicking a lion in the sack, I would recommend participating in this culture, even if just once. So this is for anyone thinking about going and betting the Belmont Stakes, and for anyone who isn’t and should be.
And they can seem scary. Anything unfamiliar can really, but it doesn’t help that there’s outbursts of screaming and cursing and more angry Asians than the climax of The Deer Hunter. Usually it’s more subdued, a constant rumbling of under-the-breath swears, kind of like putting all those angry pedestrians from Grand Theft Auto into one small room. And if you come on Derby day it’s gonna be a lot more crowded than usual, with the regulars getting frustrated at the long lines. If you’ve got a regular behind you, he’s going to sigh audibly, turn around and roll his eyes at whoever is paying attention to him (no one), sigh again but this time more of a grunt, and finally go ‘Oh come on!’ or ‘We gonna bet here or what?’ Ignore this. While the company sucks up to and wants to please these regulars for their constant income, you casual bettors give us most of our profit. Plus, he’s just a lonely asshole and there’s probably three hours to the big race anyway. He’s not your problem, and don’t let him deter you from betting.
And when I say betting, I mean like five bucks. Twenty most. Don’t go crazy. You don’t know what you’re doing, first of all. Horse racing is one of the hardest things to gamble on—despite those carefully crafted odds, it’s a crapshoot and you’re probably not going to win much, especially in the long run. The thrill isn’t winning it’s hoping you’re going to win in that intense two minutes of racing (that’s why the sport has lasted so long—imagine compacting all the thrills of the Super Bowl into 100 seconds.) Some of you will stay after the race and bet a few more. Usually you’re the winners of the big race and you think you’re an undiscovered prodigy and are about to win thousands more. Usually you lose everything you won and then some and then go back to doing whatever you usually do on Saturday night.
Don’t be afraid of us, the clerks, either. Derby days are exciting for us. We like to dress a little nicer than usual and we bring in big sandwiches and lasagna. It’s refreshing to see new faces and new customers who don’t hate us yet, and it’s fun to talk down to you and feel special that we know so much more about something (anything) than you do. So usually we’ll be on our best behavior, and very nice and helpful (despite it being one of the most intense and stressful work days for us.) It may seem a little complicated—all the different bets and combinations—but it’s really pretty simple and you’d get the hang of it if you did it more than one afternoon. But we will walk you through it and make sure you get what you want and lose the way you’re supposed to. Just don’t come to the window and say “This is my first time.” It’s annoying. We know it is, we can see you coming a mile away. And I know you’re just saying it so we don’t think you’re an idiot, but you all say it, every single one of you, to the point where my eye twitches when I hear you say it. Don’t say it. It’s been a long day.
Oh, and don’t ask how much the bets come to. This is an interesting phenomenon. In almost every other commercial transaction, the customer will see how much they owe on the register screen, but the clerk will say it out loud anyway. Maybe because we have to do it a thousand times a shift, we don’t do it. The register tells you how much you owe, but we never tell you out loud. The regulars know this and just look at the screen and pay (usually they’ve calculated it in their heads already.) But most new customers will just stare at me with a blank face, a twenty or a hundred dollar bill in their hand. It takes me a few seconds to realize this isn’t a contest. You’re waiting for me to tell you how much. It’s right there on the screen, just read it. It’s been a long day.
