Thursday, February 11, 2010
T.D. places his last bet
On the night Tee Dee died, the government, who owns the casinos, was still running one or another kind of billboard anti-gambling campaign.
The last time I had a drink with Tee Dee, we'd both surrendered our paycheques to the jockeys at Toronto's Woodbine Racetrack.
Back in Newmarket, barkeep Vince had somehow agreed to let us keep a tab.
"Ivan. We have become on-the-tab winos. What's wrong with us?"
I'd had some university and pulled a Quote out of Ruskin:
"Things are in the saddle and they ride mankind."
"That is friggin' profound," said Tee Dee. That's exactly what happened to us. We, runts of the litter who want to be Donald Trump... Where'd you get the quote?"
"Ruskin. English critic. 19th century. Doctor of Literature."
"Well, I hope he can doctor your literature. You haven't made a cent in your writing in ten years. And you play the ponies."
Ah. Sportin' life.
Damon Runyon: All horse players die broke.
Tee Dee placed his last bet last week. He bet all his paycheque at the chemical company on the favourite.
He died quietly at home.
Sure going to miss him at the online bet bar.