The other gamble, to start Ohtani on 3 days rest, didn’t work either.
Sorry folks thot this was the baseball thread. 
I’m 72 YO and I have never lost a bet, lost at a slot machine, or had a losing ticket in a paid drawing or lottery.
(To be fair, I have NEVER gambled in any manner. But one time I did allow a local dive shop to convert a small store credit into a ticket ($25.00) for a dinner and a drawing for some dive gear. I won $1000 worth of gear, even though I didn’t make it to the dinner.)
I bring you: “raisin wine” (recioto).
We had stopped at a wine shop once and they had just a few bottles of this so we could only taste a tiny sample. We did, then the salesman had us take a bite of chocolate, then another sip. It was extraordinary.
Although I’m rather into not too sweet wine, I would taste it. I had ice wine, and consumed in small quantities it is very good. But I wouldn’t eat chocolate with it, wine+chocolate doesn’t compute for me.
I’ve never shaved my entire beard. I just grew it hair by hair from peach fuzz.
(Though I did shave my face one evening at the age of five when I went to the toilet in the middle of the night and saw my grandfather’s razor by the nightlight. Predictably, I raised hue and cry and woke up the entire house).
Tattoos are very common now, I’ve never gotten one and don’t intend to (though I did once poke myself by accident with a Bic pen and still have the mark on my palm).
Of “vices”, I have never smoked a classic cigarette, cigarillo, cigar, or pipe (though I did once have an e-cigarette in my mouth and once consumed snuff, not knowing exactly what I was consuming). I have also never tried pot, nor any other illegal drug (though I have drunk coca tea, but I don’t know that that counts).
Nor have I ever gambled in a casino.
Not having an athletic background, there’s tons of sports activities that I haven’t tried, including for example skiing, mentioned above.
I like women but am asexual. Due to this and other factors, I have never managed to sustain a romantic interest to the point of being able to call her my girlfriend.
Never ran out of gas, had an automobile moving violation or any broken bones.
Never been to Las Vegas or any casino anywhere.
Never bought a lottery ticket (for myself).
Never paid for tickets to get into Disneyland (for various reasons, all of them legal).
Never saw E.T., Gone with the Wind or The Sound of Mucus.
Never attended a professional football or hockey game.
Never rooted for the NY Yankees.
Never wrestled Bruiser Brody (not sure how commonly that happened back in the day).
The hills are alive with the sound of coughing…
The one time I ran out of gas was for sort of the opposite reason – I expected there to be more warning when it got really low, so I assumed I still had enough gas left to make it to a gas station. But this car (a 1988 Buick) had no warning other than the analog fuel gauge. So I kept putting off buying gas, thinking “It can’t be that low, the warning light hasn’t come on yet”, unaware the car didn’t have a warning light. Until one morning I pulled out of my parents’ driveway, made it about half a block, and the engine knocked out. At least our house was at the bottom of a hill, so I was able to throw it in neutral and coast back home.
If unintentional we have a new candidate for Typo of the Year.
I had a teaching assistant in college who thought himself quite witty, referring to the show by that name.
He wasn’t quite hip enough, however, to have heard John Coltrane’s version of My Favorite Things.
@moes_lotion I’m pretty sure that some of the Bulk Barn stores in the GTA have peanut grinders. I’ll be there myself at the end of the year and may give it a try.
And I’ve been driving 32 years and never run out of gas. I grew up with an aggressive driver, my dad, who was nonetheless careful about car maintenance, and when the tank was 1/3 full was his time to refill. I just asked my husband (driving 46 years) if he ever ran out of gas and he said yes, when he was young and poor. For him, time to fill up is when the gauge is below half full.
I love Edelweiss where Christopher Plummer plays his catarrh.
The linked article specifically mentions having it with a little bit of dark chocolate among other things. It truly brought on the flavor, somehow.
To be fair, I like sweeter wine.
We’ve only ever had one bottle, as it’s a much smaller bottle than the standard, and was 40 bucks or so.
well, compared to grapes there is only so much liquid in a raisin … a late harvest seems to be in between those …
I can see that chocolate works for a lot of people with sweet wine, especially dark chocolate, but it’s just not my thing.
That sounds awesome
I have run out of gas a few times. I was poor and figured I could put off buying gas until payday…
I’ve also gotten a few speeding tickets. Nothing egregious though.
Health wise I’ve been lucky. Never been admitted to a hospital, had significant surgery, or broken a bone.
Christopher Plummer himself often referred to the movie as The Sound of Mucus.
I never fathered a child (and since I had a vasectomy decades ago, I’m not ever going to).
OK, so there is a nonzero chance that I’ve fathered a child. I’ve had sex with three women not named Mrs. Homie, and all three of them knew how to reach me should two lines show up on the pregnancy test. No one ever did. However, that doesn’t mean that I impregnated someone and she hid it from me, but it seems very unlikely.
Also, as an adolescent I never had a wet dream (supposedly a rite of passage, as it were, for adolescent boys). Was a grown man before I had my first (and I’ve only had one or two).