So last month me and a buddy decide to go to Vegas for 8 days and play in a few of the Venetian Deepstack Tourneys.

My friend is strictly poker while Iam more of a degenerate and will bet on anything.  All is going well the first 2 days and my bankroll remains a comfortable $2500.  I normally take $2000 with me and access to another $2000.  Iam very loosey goosey with the first 2k but really smart with the second.

Day 3 is upon us and Iam sick as a dog but I promised myself to ride the Bruins all three games while in vegas so I go down to bet the Bruins plus parlay them with the Canucks who are on a disasterous road trip.

On the way down in the elevator, its me, my buddy, and some old dude.  My buddy is the type of guy that talks to everybody, so he turns to the old dude and says "nice bling".  The old guy says "thanks SA Spurs championship ring Iam a minority owner".

So we get off the elevator and I tell him thursday night TNT SA vs Denver what do you think.  He says Denver has beaten us twice already the last time without Melo, he says Melo is back and Denver is playing very good ball.  I tell him the owners don't know nothing the peanut guy and popcorn vendor know better.  He agrees, laughs and we go in opposite directions.

So I bet a bill on Boston as a small fav and parlay Bost and Vancouver for a bill as well.  I go to the pharmacy to pick up some Nyquil and head back to see both teams are rocking.

Boston wins 5-4 almost blowing a 4-0 lead and Vancouver wins 3-0.  I go to the tellar to cash in my tickets, and the guy has a look of disgust on his face. 

I give him my tickets the total is $504.95 so I give him 5 pennies when he turns and says no pennies.  I tell him no problem and flip him a nichel.  I was close to telling the guy its not his money and to smile but screw it, its not worth my breathe.

I turn around all smiles but still sick as a dog and heavily medicated when I see the Spurs owner again.  The guy reminds me of Larry David with his dizzy walk, and his beige khakis with runners on.

He yells at me in the book "where's the game?" I tell him the Orlando-Clev game is taking forever to finish and it will start when that game is done.  I also tell him since I saw him again Iam going to go bet SA big time, he waves his hands in the air with that I don't want to hear it look and walks away.

I turn back to  the tellar with an attitude and place all the money I had just won on the Spurs +6.

I take my ticket, go back to my room and watch Bonner nail threes and SA crush Denver from start to end.  Easiest 6 point dog I'll ever have.

I take my ticket out of my pocket to go down and collect when I see the bad news, Nuggets -6.  Fuck me and FML.  That peice of shit tellar downstairs put in the wrong bet and being caught up in the excitement I didn't even check my ticket.