Hello Gambling Season
I've been writing about gambling all week and today I'll tell you why. This weekend marks the time I make my first trip out to the horse track every year. It has become an annual occurrence for me to meet up with Q on the weekend of the NFL draft and wager on some ponies. We get seats that have televisions and for almost 8 hours sit planted. We place our bets with the...I'm not sure what their called...people that walk around with the handheld electronic devices for recording bets (legal bookies?). Waiters come by and take our food and drink orders. With multiple races and football draft info coming the whole time, it's damn near heaven.
The NFL draft also marks the beginning of Fantasy Football season as well. There will still be another bout of free agency that will affect teams line-ups, but the majority of it will be set. In another month magazines will start coming out and my studying will begin. As fantasy football is basically another form of gambling, this ultimately makes this weekend the opening ceremonies of gambling.
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would those drinks be 'adult beverages'? are the waiters cute? can i change the channel? can i pet the horses? ;-)
1. The drinks are as adult as you want to make them.
2. "Cuteness" of waiters is an individual decision.
3. Change the channel and you'll have to learn to use prosthetic devices.
4. Pet the horses only if you go down to the stables, and you may also . . . see change channel, #3.
well lit, sounds like a good place to send the spouse if i want the house to myself for the day. lol what good is a tv if you can't change the channel or being around horses if you can't pet or ride them? you boys enjoy though and if a guy named j shows up and says that i sent him treat him well. just don't let him get into the tequila, for everyone's sake. :-)
Is that David Carr in that photo? If so, why?
fringes - That's completely a shout out for you. It's always premeditated here at the HoD. I imagine this as David Carr waving goodbye to H-town and saying, "Toodles!"
Deadspin ran this fake email from Carr to the Houston owner.
Dear Bob McNair,
I'm glad you still aren't drafting offensive linemen in the first round. I thought Levi Jones would still be on the clock, and that you would finally select one just weeks after kicking me to the curb like an overstuffed diaper bag.
I gave you the best I had to offer for five years. You treated me like I was a crumple zone test subject at an Eastern European Auto Plant. Every year, I'd absorb 60 sacks. Every April, you would draft a receiver or a defensive player. "Don't worry, kid, that fourth round pick from Division 19 Backwater U. will protect your blind side just fine." Now, my ribcage feels like a beanbag chair, and I'll probably spend the rest of my career with a clipboard hot glued to my fingers. It's nice to know nothing's changed. I hope this Schaub kid's insurance is paid up and his threshold for pain is like an elephant's. Let's see what a Golden Boy he is when he's taking his meals intravenously in November.
Oh by the way, thanks for dissing Reggie Bush last season, too. Yeah, we were so much better off with Wali Lundy. Good luck with this latest lineman. Let me know when he learns to ride a two-wheeler.
Sincerely, Dave.
I think that's why he wanted to go someplace where he could be a back up for a season or two, so that he could heal up.
David Carr was a nice, family guy who took his kids to bible study when he should have been studying some film. I wish him well at his new church.
I hope y'all have started a prayer circle for Matt Shaub.
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