The onslaught of a”bad beat” in sports betting has a unique sound and feel all its own. Think of an approaching freight train. Recall the suspense of a slasher movie. Imagine the instant right before an explosion.
I’ve heard this sound of terror many times.
Last night, Marieta and I sat down to a cozy post-holiday dinner at The Orleans. There’s a weeknight steak and lobster special for $7.11 going on at the cafe all this month. For those unfamiliar the layout inside The Orleans, the cafe is located on the casino floor, right next to the race and sportsbook. The place was packed.
I had the perfect plan. Enjoy dinner. Then, go cash my winning sports ticket. A hearty meal always tastes better with a winner tucked inside your pocket. Indeed, I had about as conceivable a “lock” as there was. I was so confident, that I considered ordering two steak and lobster specials. Why not? $7.11 twice was $14.22 — good for two steaks and two lobsters.
Then, I heard the rumblings of that horrible sound. It was the freight train, the horror scene, and the final ticks before an imminent explosion.
Truly one of those “Oh my God,” moments.
But wait. How did this moment of paralysis come to be? Why would hundreds of sports betters, as well as thousands of gamblers out on the massive casino floor suddenly be making such an odd collective sound? They couldn’t possibly be watching the same game I had bet on, could they? After all, my bet was a “lock.” It couldn’t possible lose.