Never been to the dogs, but always wanted to. Dog racing is illegal in Canada, for betting purposes anyway, and the charity races that occur from time to time aren’t in proper venues.
Any time I’ve been to a jurisdiction that allows dog racing–such as Florida–I’ve never been able to go. Love to try it though.
No, not living in Michigan, but I have passed through the state once or twice. But you’re right, I think; it’s one of those things that you have to cultivate from “way back,” from before the days when government-run lotteries became popular and casinos began popping up in every jurisdiction, making racing pretty much the only legal gambling opportunity in many jurisdictions.
It’s not that solely the gambling aspect that attracts me, since I find that being able to understand what is in all those charts and numbers in the Daily Racing Form is equally as compelling. Heck, I can spend a whole Saturday afternoon with the DRF, happily handicapping Sunday’s card, and comparing my selections with the results that occur the next day. My selections are usually good, though let’s just say that there is room for improvement. Anyway, making selections (and playing them as time and funds permit) is a pleasant enough hobby, and an innocent pastime, really.
Still, it’s the gambling aspect that attracts the undesirable elements, I guess, and if I’m going to enjoy it as I do, then I’ll have to be prepared for the drunks, the touts, and the degenerates when I go to the track. I’ll also have to be prepared to lumped in with them even if I just express an interest in racing.
I’ve digressed a bit, but your friend may well be the same way. If he is, he’s still not me–but I’m sure we’d have a blast if we were to sit down and swap stories aout our adventures at the racetrack! 