B52-BINGO!

        

When bingo boredom sets in . . . 

Grandma in all her glory. 

     B-I-N-G-O.  Yesterday I had the honor of playing 21 games -aka 3 hours- of this lovely bingo. Let me just tell you what, I was exhausted. Keeping track of 6 cards, countless numbers, not to mention following the crazy designs you are required to create to get a bingo -can really wear a girl out.  My grandma really wanted my mom, aunt, my sister, and I to experience bingo with her. Which was not such a bad idea considering the prizes were Vera Bradley purses. I thought out of 21 games the odds were in my favor. But no, do you know how many women showed up at this event? Probably at least 75. I did not win one single thing. 

     There are 2 types of bingo players in the world. You have your novice's-like my sister and I- who tag along to these events in search of a good time. Then you have your bingo athletes-who bring their own bedazzled dobbers (the tube of paint your mark with), and their own customized dobber bags-complete with pictures of their grandchildren covering the outside. You can always tell the pros from the amateurs. The pros carefully examine all the prizes and make it clear the ones they want, then they go for the kill. If someone wins the bag they eyed up,  oh it's on girlfriend. 

     Here's the thing- Bingo requires no skill, no training, just pure luck. Yet, the same people always win. It makes no sense. Contrary to what some may think, Bingo is actually not an Olympic Sport.