We’ll call him “Big Daddy” as to not insult anyone. He loved to play horses, and bet football. Everyday I would walk into the private room, and he would ask me for my best play of the day. Sounds easy, and he was a good player. So, what the hell.. I’ll tell him who the regular player likes.
My best bets for races hit 8 days in a row, and my football plays were smoking at 13 straight. Now, Big Daddy didn’t bet $2.. His usual football bet was $10,000, and the ponies were around $2,000.
I walked in one Saturday afternoon, and he asked the usual question. I told him my best bet of the day at the track, and gave him Tulane the year they set a school record. My pony wager ran second by a head at 7-1, and the “Green Wave” won, but did not cover by one point. Most would have scratched the day as a tough beat, but not Daddy. As soon as he saw me the next day, he told me how much he lost and I should try harder.
Well, I did just what the man advised. I never mentioned another horse, and when he saw me on TV and my horse did well, he would always ask me why didn’t I tell him first…. I have to say that some gamblers can be fickle at best. You can give out a 100 winners and one loser, and they would get upset or complain. Eventually we got back to normal, as he hated to handicap but loved to win. He was a great guy, and always had the best guests sitting at his table: big business owners, local celebs, and a gent that went by the nickname of ” Charlie Hustle.” I gave out my best because he loved to win. I wanted him to win as much as I did.
Right before he passed away, I was filling in calling races. I was so happy to announce his name, and make reference to his stable’s colors as his runner was making his way into the winner’s circle. He was a gambler to the end, and could be fickle on days just like all of us. I look back with fond memories of Big Daddy, and how he would snap those fingers as his runners would cross the line first.