While Miami bustles with brahs and Barbi castoffs slipping past velvet ropes to enter dub-step soaked clubs,
I’m off to the Jai Alai courts.
Free entrance to a cavernous, air-conditioned stadium where a few dozen other people assemble, placing bets on each of the twelve rounds, shout obscenities in their native Spanish (baaassssuuuuuuuuuura!), enter raffles, buy $1 dollar pretzels (50 cents extra if you want that melted cheese), drink $1 beers ($4 if you want Cigar City’s Jai Alai IPA – one of the nations finest IPAs and stark contrast to South Beach Coors sold at 14 bucks a pop), and soak in the sport of (retired) kings.
Life is tough.
Cool Jai-Alai article here: