I put a grand on the Jets ML at a local Nevada casino back in a Monday night in 2000. To me it was a large bet. Down 23-7 at half I still had some hope like a dumbazz. When dolphins scored again and I was down 30-7 I did what any degenerate would do and crumbled up my ticket and tossed it in the bin. Left the house pissy and went to intoxicate myself into feeling better. The next day I'm listening to the radio and found out the Miracle comeback by the Jets. I practically shat a brick. Went home and sure enough found my crumpled ticket and felt like a real champ. Realizing how terrible my ticket looked and not wanting to look like I had any doubt about my bet I realized I needed to do something to make my ticket run through the machine.
My stupid ignorant self grabbed the clothes Iron and proceeded to iron my ticket. One swipe and I blackened out nearly the whole ticket. That paper is the heat sensitive crap. I was dumbfounded. Took it to the casino and the guy tried to run it. It wouldn't scan. I got worked up and the manager came over and luckily he could make out the numbers in the bottom and he cashed it for me. The whole time murmuring about how moronic I was for ironing it. Long story short I felt like a fuktard and to this day I make sure my tickets are hidden from sunlight and any heat source.