I recently took a gamble (sorry) on having a crack at online race wagering. Truth is, the boredom during COVID-19 lockdown was making me squirrelly, I had already watched all seven seasons of Ray Donovan and most of Westworld and any sort of distraction was welcome.

I actually had a brief, exciting (and expensive) life as a racehorse owner back in the ’80’s. I went to Woodbine a lot back then, and Greenwood occasionally for the fall meet. I have never been much of a gambler; it makes me feel like such a sucker when I lose. I remember driving up the Don Valley on my way back from Greenwood one day after losing $100 ‒ a fortune back then ‒ and swore to myself the next time I had the urge to bet the ponies I would just drive around the block, throw a handful of twenties out the window, save the gas and call it a day.

Signing up at HPIBet.com was easy; loading up my account and betting is even easier. I contacted my cable company and subscribed to the HPI racing channel so I could watch on the big screen. Glass of wine in hand, I was all set.

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