Over the chirping, electronic cacophony of spinning digital wheels, I look over and attempt to organize the slips of paper from the kiosk, ones that cost me over $100. About half of the dozen lounge seats beside me are already filled with guys in lovingly worn-down gear boasting logos of their favorite teams. I park at my destination, slowly shuffle into the building, grab one of the many free cups of Mountain Dew I will consume over the course of the day, spend a few minutes making selections at a kiosk and finally slump into a comfy chair in front of an array of screens.
on a fall Sunday morning when I throw on a Denver Broncos T-shirt and saunter to my car to drive, bleary-eyed, out to Airway Heights. Wagers at one of Spokane Tribe Casino's kisosks.
