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The Anthology of Common Nonsense and Digadaga (dig-uh dog-uh) by misterEmbryo

Magical Fantasy, Gotta Have Her

Get your mind out of the gutter! That’s not what I think about before I sleep. Although it would make for one snazzy porn flick title, those are actually the names of the horses I chose to win big at the Del Mar Fairgrounds… Don’t get too excited. I have low standards. Coming up 25 bones after placing a 2 dollar bet is my definition of winning big.

It was Race #8, and I did a $1 Exacta Box on #3 and #7… For you common folk out there, that means I bet 2 bucks for both “Magical Fantasy” and “Gotta Have Her” to place 1st and 2nd in no particular order. Gotta Have Her was looking good out there, but Magical was straggling behind the whole way through, down to the very end. I had almost lost all hope when I heard it: “Number 3 got first place!” My heart stopped. Who got second?? Horse Number 7. WTF??

I must’ve done a quadruple take before it finally settled in: I won.

After a delicious Turkey Avocado Sandwich, a few beers, and of course my 25 dollar winnings, I was feeling pretty good. Needless to say, it didn’t take much work for the guys to convince me to join their weekly poker session. I was nervous. I was playing with the big boys! I was faring pretty well from the get go. Dirty Pop got knocked out the first hand, so just four more to go… Then another got knocked out! And another!! And somehow, I was still hanging on. Next thing you know, I’m going head to head with the Chip Leader, Big John Stud. Second place is cool I get my five bucks back. Time to go home. Then I hear him say the words… “ALL IN.” I landed a Full House on the Turn… “CALL.”

I must’ve done a quadruple take before it finally settled in: I won.

Like I said, big for me means dropping 5 bones to come up 20. I played another round and made it to top 3, but in the end, I had to be content with only winning the 20. And I was very content. That was so intense, I almost pissed my pants.

I knew it from the moment the Holy Communion tasted like Honey Oat, that this day was going to be special. The kind of day Ice Cube would write a rap song about. Broken Yolk Brunch and Pomegranate Mimosas; Magical Fantasy, Gotta Have Her; beer and laughs; ABDC; $45 winnings; fun times with fun people.

I gotta say, today was a good day.

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