We booked a room because even though it is only a hour and a half drive, we knew that we were going to be drinking and probably mad from loosing, so we decided to stay up there.
Now I have described my physical appearance to ya'll numerous times here on my lil 'ole blog. And I have been in the gym constantly for about the past 8-9 months, so if I do say so myself, I look pretty damn good.
What I have not described is the way I like to dress when I am out somewhere. I have a very good sense of fashion. I love clothes and shoes. It is the only vice I have. Anyways this Saturday I had on a designer fitted T-shirt, some fitted jeans, (hell to the nawl they were NOT skinny jeans), and some Timberland loafers. Again, I ain't trying to pull my own nuts, but I turned quite a few ladies heads in the casino on Saturday.
I leave the wifey at the slots she likes to loose at and I walk around the casino until I find a blackjack table I want to join. I sit down, throw 2 one hundred bills on the table and wait for my chips. The dealer counts out $200 in chips, I place my bet and she starts dealing. I loose the first 5 hands and then my luck starts to turn.
After about 4 straight winning hands a drunk white man and his equally drunk wife? girlfriend? daughter? join the table. He gets his chips and we start playing. After a couple of hands he starts trying to make conversation with me, which is all good because I can be a very sociable person.
Well, all of a sudden he asks me what I do, and before I can answer him the conversation steered in this direction......,
"So what team do you play for? Is it the Cowboys?"
"What? What team? What are you talking about?"
"I know you play pro ball. You got that look. You are dressed like a pro ball guy and you are big enough. So what team?"
"Man I don't play pro ball. I work for the Texas Department of Public Safety."
"Your Bullshitting me man! With the way you are dressed? How much did that outfit cost, $1000? And you are a pretty good sized boy, so you got to be bullshitting me son!"
I start to get a little upset around this time and I guess the wife? girlfriend? daughter? saw this and she pulled him away from me and we kept playing. After a couple more hands I cashed out and went to another table.
Now what upset me about this whole situation was this.... did this asshole think that the only reason I could afford to be in the casino and not be looking like I just lost my whole unemployment check, was professional sports?
Or was he just drunk off his ass and he did not mean any thing by his dumb ass comments?
Or did my racism detector give off a false alarm?
If a white dude that was dressed similar to me were sitting with us at the table, would he have asked him the same damn question?
I guess I will never know....
But I still felt very disrespected by this motherfuckers idiotic comments...
Was I wrong in feeling this way?
What say you?