Weekly News via Email
   Set as homepage | Add to favorites | Customer Service | Subscribe Now | Place an Ad | Contact Us | Sitemap Sunday, 01.21.2018
News Archive
Su Mo Tu We Th Fr Sa
 1  2
 3  4  5  6  7  8  9
 10  11  12  13  14  15  16
 17  18  19  20  21  22  23
 24  25  26  27  28  29  30
Online Extras
Site Services
Around Bend
Outdoor Fun
Travel Info
Shop Local

Members Of

Poll: Today's Live Poll
Email to a friend | Print this | PDF version | Comments (0 posted) 
  Blogger |   del.icio.us |   digg |   newsvine

Jun 08,2007
B-I-N-G-O … so it goes
by Jason Love

“Let’s go to bingo!”

“Um. Okay.”

It had never dawned on me that young people could play bingo. I thought there was an age minimum, a picture of my grandma reading, “You must be this old to enter the building.”

I let my wife Yahaira drive since it was her idea. As we pulled into the church parking lot, I wondered how gambling fit into the Scriptures. And I wondered what bingo had to do with a farmer’s dog. And I wondered where all these people came from. The place was packed.

We snaked our way to the counter where game cards were sold.

“Is this your first time?” said the cashier.

It must have been the way I stood there with my mouth open. I couldn’t believe the torrent of cash. In addition to standard games, people were buying raffle tickets, bonus rounds, odds on the trifecta. They had everything but directions to Gamblers Anonymous (betcha I get there before you do).

I paid the church cashier, intrigued by the gaming laws of California. Bingo is okay, but blackjack is not; betting horses is legal, but betting football is not. I can gamble on the border so long as half of my body is in Nevada...

“Yes, this is our first time,” I said. “How much are jackpots?”

“Two hundred and fifty dollars,” said the cashier.

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope. Do you have a dabber?”

“A say-what?”

She pointed to the dabber stand beside the cafe. Yes, they even had a cafe where you could purchase any number of foods that aren’t useful to your body. I bought a pink dabber for Yahaira. Later, after our dabber war, I was covered in pink. So it goes.

We sat in The Annex, a second room for the too many of us. I looked around with my dopey grin, but no one made eye contact. Across the way sat a sphere-shaped woman playing 16 cards at once. She was double-fisted, a dabber in each hand.

To her right sat a frazzled woman who seemed to be playing for crack money. She kept taking shots of coffee without losing sight of the board. I was afraid that if she didn’t hit a bingo soon, she’d jump onto the table and hold us all at gunpoint.

Reviewing the program, I noticed that we were not playing the bingo I learned as a kid. These people were way beyond the five-in-a-row thing. First we played “Winnemucca” on the brown four-on. You needed a hardway bingo on three out of the four cards on the brown sheet. Stay with me here.

The bingomaster assumed the position and began calling numbers as fast as he could (the natives grow restless when he dawdles). The round woman sounded like a typewriter dabbing all her numbers. I was still searching for a number they called ten minutes earlier when a lady screamed out, “BINGO!”

Scared the hell out of me.

Everyone groaned and cursed the winner under their breath. The bingomaster verified the win and displayed the crying ball for players who were one away. An old man cursed anew.

Next was a game of “Crazy Kite” on the yellow six-on. I tried to hold my own, but people were screaming BINGO before Yahaira could explain what a crazy kite looked like.

It was time to change our strategy. Yahaira placed spells on our sheets, willing us a victory. She was in over her neurotic head: the regulars had sacrificed livestock earlier that evening.

In time, I came to recognize a bingo reality: Every game ends just as you’re about to win. Each time my Winne began to mucca, someone screamed out, “BINGO!” It was genuinely traumatic. Whenever I got close, my gut knotted up, I squeezed the juice out of my dabber...

“Someone’s gonna win right here, I just know it.”

“Stop that,” said Yahaira. “You’re disturbing the energy.”

Ten near-bingos later, I decided to give up. I needed to tend to my ulcer. Looking around, I realized why we weren’t winning: We were competing with five gazillion people. What were the odds of winning? Well, Jason, one in five gazillion.

Bingo wasn’t anything like I had imagined. We had lost our money to a game totally devoid of skill. It was a scam, I tell you, an exploitation of our longing to—

“BINGO!” yelled Yahaira.

“Who? You?! You’re kidding.”

Nope. She had just completed a “Postage Stamp Collection.” Two hundred and fifty bucks! I knew we could do it! Great idea, honey! Bingo rules!

4867 times read

Related news
Bingo gains popularity during recession by UPI posted on Apr 10,2009

Lost Wages, Nevada … so it goes by Jason_Love posted on May 11,2007

Poor sport … so it goes by Jason_Love posted on Feb 23,2007

Doey Overies . . . So it Goes by Jason_Love posted on Apr 12,2006

Camping . . . So it Goes by Jason_Love posted on Aug 31,2006

Did you enjoy this article? Rating: 5.00Rating: 5.00Rating: 5.00Rating: 5.00Rating: 5.00 (total 261 votes)

Market Information
Breaking News
Most Popular
Most Commented
Featured Columnist
Horoscope Guide
Aquarius Aquarius Libra Libra
Aries Aries Pisces Pisces
Cancer Cancer Sagittarius Sagittarius
Capricorn Capricorn Scorpio Scorpio
Gemini Gemini Taurus Taurus
Leo Leo Virgo Virgo
Local Attractions
Bend Visitors & Convention Bureau
Bend Visitors & Convention Bureau

Mt. Bachelor Resort
Mt. Bachelor Resort

Les Schwab Ampitheater
Les Schwab Ampitheater

Deschutes County Fairgrounds
Deschutes County

Tower Theatre
Tower Theatre

The High Desert Museum


Deschutes County

  Web    BendWeekly.com
© 2006 Bend Weekly News
A .Com Endeavors, Inc. Company.
All Rights Reserved. Terms under
which this service is provided to you.
Please read our Privacy Policy. Contact us.
Bend Weekly News & Event Guide Online
   Save the Net
External sites open in new window,
not endorsed by BendWeekly.com
Subscribe in NewsGator Online
Add to Google Add to MSN Add to My AOL
What are RSS headlines?