Actually reminds me of a story about some mates of mine. They were members of a punting syndicate and would bet every week with the winnings going towards a trip away. Trips to the Auckland Cup or Cup week in Christchurch. They never made enough to get to the Melbourne Cup or the Hong Kong Cup even though that was always the goal for the year.
Anyway one year they all head to Christchurch for Cup week starting with the Trotting Cup. They set themselves up on the day on a leaner in the public stand. Get on the piss from the get go as you do on a boys trip.
They still have betting money in the syndicate account as it had been a good year on the punt so they put their collective heads together early in the day (before anyone went missing) and picked the pick six.
It took the team mathematician to work out the cost of all the combinations but they got there.
The first race of the Pick 6 duly arrives midway through the programme and they gather together in eager anticipation to watch the first leg. They were all working on remembering numbers by this stage as long names were a struggle.
Alas they were out in the first. They trudge back to their table acknowledging that Cup week was a Marathon not a Sprint. Throw their expensive ticket amongst the rubbish on the table and "onto the next."
Just before start time in the next, one of club wanders up to put a bet on and sees an old mate in the queue. Anyway they start talking and the old mate asks "What did the crew pick in the Pick six?" "Doesn't matter mate we were out in the first."
"WHAT do you mean 'out in the first'? It hasn't run yet it's the next."
"SHIT!!!" says the club member and off he runs back to the table to find the discarded ticket. Now running is no mean feat for this guy as he has cerebral palsy and is known to fall over once or twice during a session. Anyway he got to the table and retrieved the ticket just before the cleaner did.
What happened next? You've probably guessed by now they duly won a share of the Pick Six and collected $20,000.
The week took on a new dimension. Of course they didn't take a TAB cheque! The catch phrase amongst themselves was "can anyone break a hundy?" The mini-van driver "can you break a hundy?" (They hired him for the rest of the week). The kebab shop "can you break a hundy?"
That BOAY friends is a true story. Boooo-aaaaay!!!!