Quotes About Betting

Boxing several favorites in a race is a concession that you have no opinion of any value

most racetrack bettors spend far more time thinking about who will win a race than on how to bet a race.

I'm not a poker player; I play slot machines.

I'm a gambler and love slot machines.

I like to think of the world as a sort of a casino, except the house doesn't have the advantage. If you're smart, you have an advantage. It behooves you to place a lot of bets.

I would never bet against Peyton Manning. You know about the age and the neck and the strength. But I had George Blanda, and as he got older, he got smarter, and he just got rid of the ball quicker. I watch Peyton, and I see George Blanda.

Teela turned to Severn. I'm having trouble remembering why I haven't strangled her yet. Severn shrugged. I have that problem myself some days. At the moment, though, the only betting pool in the office seems to be on the Sergeant. Ha-ha. Kaylin said with a distinct lack of cheer. And then, because she was a fiefling, What odds? He cuffed the top of her head.

The last great escape. I was done gambling, done betting on a ship that would never come in. I would cash in my chips while I was ahead. I didn't want to suffer the growing old, didn't want to wait until my memory went. It was all so tiresome. I would just go out in a blaze of glory before the parasites of sadness got at me and made me bitter. After that's the American way: take your own life before everything else takes it from you.

Definitely that kind of owner, he thought. Self-made man proud of his handiwork. Confuses bluffness and honesty with merely being rude. I wouldn't mind betting a dollar that he thinks he can tell a man's character by testing the firmness of his handshake and looking deeply into his eyes.

When you understand what's involved in winning, as do professional gamblers, you'll tend to bet more during a winning streak and less during a losing streak. However, the average person does exactly the opposite: he or she bets more after a series of losses and less after a series of wins.

Sports betting is all about money management, so the most money won on one event is not the most important thing.

No dog can go as fast as the money you bet on him.

Betting against the point spread is a relatively mechanical trip, but betting against another individual can be very complex, if you're serious about it—because you want to know, for starters, whether you're betting against a fool or a wizard, or maybe against somebody who's just playing the fool.

I know a little bit about handicapping. If the horse has an IV, you want to stay - away from it.

When you talk about locker room betting, we bet on everything... It's no different than anyone else's office pool. Money changes hands in the locker room; it's whatever you want.

Think of social media as the Internet. I can't think of anyone betting against the Internet in 2012.

As a general rule, the less time a bookmaker has to set his odds the softer the odds are going to be.

There are some mornings when I cry and cry and mourn for myself. Some mornings, I'm so angry and bitter. But it doesn't last too long. Then I get up and say, 'I want to live..' 'So far, I've been able to do it. Will I be able to continue? I don't know. But I'm betting on myself I will.' Koppel seemed extremely taken with Morrie. He asked about the humility that death induced.

If you bet on Microsoft, you are not going to ask anymore, 'Hey, where is the innovation?' The challenge going forward is how do we keep up with it.

I'm not a betting woman, but I have $50 on Secretariat with an old director friend of mine.

My parents were both very frugal, and I think they're responsible for my attitude of always looking for good value, especially in my work. In a way, sports betting is like a big game of 'The Price Is Right:' just like I'd pay $3 for a Coke Zero but not $4, I'd lay three points on the Bears-Packers point spread but not four.

They're betting on how long I'll live!' I burst out. 'They're not my friends!

They're betting on how long I'll live!" I burst out. "They're not my friends!" "Well, try and pretend!" snaps Effie. Then she composes herself and beams at me. "See, like this. I'm smiling at you even though you're aggravating me.

To the everlasting credit of the people of District 12, not one person claps. Not even the ones holding betting slips, the ones who are usually beyond caring. Possibly because they know me from the Hob, or knew my father, or have encountered Prim, who no one could help loving. So instead of acknowledging applause, I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.