Re: Computer-Robotic Wagering (879 Views)
Posted by:
Topcat (IP Logged)
Date: December 12, 2015 07:31AM
Tavasco Wrote:
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> JimP,
>
> Generally I like your point. Incentives. Desire.
> Moves the world including the one in question. Yet
> I have to take a couple of minor points. You refer
> to Tracks as if they were some sentient entity.
> Then again to the anonymous they.
>
> I imagine track operations more like any factory,
> blue or white collar. Tainted somewhat by the more
> than occasional criticism of management, in the
> industry. My picture is more akin to the three
> stooges. i.e.
>
> Getting the tote to stop taking wagers before the
> gate opens could be a haphazard event with the
> nerd in charge more interested in his fantasy
> about Maggie May and her running a tray of drinks
> to someone than increasing the pool size. But just
> to be sure, paying his/her penny pinching manager
> to economically reward nerd person for getting it
> right has merit.
>
> Folks will say his/her salary is for getting it
> right. Real World - pay for results. Nerd is paid
> for stopping bets on time docked for failure to do
> so. Manager paid similarly. All the way up and
> down the ladder pay for explicit defined
> behaviors.
>
> A conspiracy to increase pool sizes by delaying
> the tote, is a reach for me. Making bets into a
> pool after the race has ended is a worthy endeavor
> for a criminal and a better goal than armed
> robbery. Betting on horses after the race has
> started but before the finish line has obvious
> advantages. Yet the competence required restricts
> the candidates to the usual suspects. Lacking law
> and order it will take a fluke, like a go pro, to
> discover.
>
> Bottom line I'm suspecting one or more organized
> gang(s) of entrepreneurial young women in short
> tight skirts with obvious cleavage distracting the
> tote control clerk.
Pulled one lengthy stint at a bush joint (by any rational measure) where the placing judges were in charge of locking the tote when the latch sprung. Fog obscured the view one day, and those in charge were figuratively asleep until the first two finishers emerged from the mists. Acquaintance of mine was on the apron, noted the relevant saddlecloth numbers and ran to open machines to cream the exacta.