As the afternoon games wind down toward paydays and heartache, things at the Hilton sportsbook are getting interesting.
A gentleman in a blue Adidas cap dropped at least 10-straight F-bombs, flung some papers on the floor and slammed his fist violently on the desk at which he's apparently losing some serious money.
A group of Ohio State fans in from the Buckeye State for the weekend, guys you'll hear more about in Monday's story, start hooting and hollering. They love it.
"That guy," one of them tells me, "has been betting $500 per race. Not. Good."
Yep, as in dog and horse races, not basketball.
Maybe that's karma, March Madness style: If you gamble on the ponies and puppies while the rest of the country is fixated on the Big Dance, things can go wrong.
Around us, beers are being guzzled, men are screaming at the screens, and the Ohio guys are hooting and hollering.
"The best part about all of this," says Ron Paydo, a banker who's had a nice run of luck so far, "is hearing everyone cheering for all these different things. Over, unders, prop bets — it's awesome."