Spurs Can’t Get a Bingo Either

It was a rough night for Spurs fans everywhere last night as well as most of us playing Bingo in the Sealy VFW. That’s right. I just linked the Spurs to Bingo.

It was my first experience playing Bingo and it was quite entertaining. For six bucks I played twenty games of Bingo and am now the proud owner of a hot pink dabber. I went with my mom and Sara, my mom’s friend Mary Ann, her sister Sally, and niece Natalie. When Sara lived in Houston she was an avid Bingo player and the only one who brought any experience to our group. We were a few of the last to walk in and the woman taking our money quickly informed us that we better hurry up if we wanted to play. She wouldn’t take our money after he (pointing to a white haired man on stage going over the rules) started calling out numbers.

We quickly grabbed our boards and sat at the end of a long table. We were the youngest there by a generation. We soon figured out that there is more than one way to get a Bingo and our excitement grew with each round. B-8. O-69. The games got heated with each passing round. One lady called Bingo but had the wrong number. Poor thing was eaten alive by the mumblers. Later in the evening she called out Bingo again.

“Are you sure you have it this time?” yelled a lady two tables over. Bitter much, lady?

But the main event of the night came after a woman asked a volunteer to turn down the air because she was cold. The couple behind her mumbled something about it not being cold. The woman turned and said something back. Again the couple mumbled something. Then the cold woman’s husband cut his eyes at the man behind him and told him to shut his mouth. He was tired of listening to his mumbling bullsh** all night.

Easy, tiger.

We didn’t have a single victory in our group all night. And neither did the Spurs. Better luck next time – to all of us.