Took my son (he's 17) for his first real outing to the Track. I thought I could help him learn a "Life Lesson", about gambling, social interaction, and just what life is like to relax and have fun. I told him to only take as much as he could afford to lose. I figure, he'll tank at the track, and understand the pro's and con's of gambling.
We get to the track, and I realize he's only brought $20. Now, that will last about 2 races. So I spot him $50, just so he can have SOME fun. I buy him a Racing Form, and give him a brief tutorial on how to read it. We place our first bets, and watch the race. 1 of 2 of his horses pay off. Well, that's good. We get lunch, and wait for the next race.
He studies the Racing Form, and asks some questions. Next race- and he cashes another ticket. We continue watching the races, and placing small bets. I hit it big on one race, and he loses all his bets. Ah, life is starting to balance out. Determinedly, he consults the Form for the next race.
He then started asking those questions that worried me. "Dad, why did you bet on #4 ? He's only good for 7 furlongs. After 8, he's tiring. I don't think he can keep the pace with this field."
"Dad, this horse is dropping in class, and the field is way over matched compared to his times".
Small bells begin to ring in the back of my head, but I ignore them.
Well, it's time for the last race weare going to bet on. The big race of the day. I make my dead-lock picks, and he makes his. 5 minutes later, he tells me he wishes he had bet on this other horse, too. I tell him go ahead, have fun. (I'm also hoping it's a 'gut' bet, and he loses. Life Lesson and all that).
He bets on a horse called 'Sinister Minister'. 9th race, Bluegrass Stakes.
Son of a gun. The dang horse leads wire to wire. He makes a good hit.
We cash in all of our tickets, and I tell him we'll count up in the car. We get to the car, and he pulls out this wad of cash. Starts Counting. Hands me a wad, and says "Dad's, here's your $50". Keeps counting, pockets his original $20. He STILL has $11 dollars left. Including his lunch that he bought, he's up $20 for the day. I'm down...oh, just say I'm down more than he's up.
I'm suck a good role model. My son may be tanking in AP English, but he certainly can read the racing form now.