I grew up near Jacksonville. So yes, I went to the greyhound track more than a few times before Florida shut it down in 2020. Now it’s poker and simulcast at bestbet, but the old nights still live in my head. Some of it I miss. Some of it I don’t. Let me explain. I’ve since collected those memories in a longer reflection that you can read here.
What it felt like on a Friday night
You’d pull into the lot at Orange Park on a warm, sticky night. The lights felt bright, like high school football. The loudspeaker cracked, the crowd buzzed, and then that one line hit—“Here comes Rusty!”—and everyone got quiet for half a breath. Then boom. Gates popped, paws slapped the sand, and you felt the rail shake a little.
I always kept a folded program in my hand. I circled dogs and wrote little notes like “likes rail” or “bad break.” Nothing fancy. Just my chicken scratch. The tote board numbers flipped, and I liked how the math made my brain hum. It was busy, but not wild. You could still find your spot by the fence.
If you’re curious about how other tracks keep that same electricity alive, Western Greyhound has a trove of stories and photos that feel like stepping right back under the lights.
Real bets I made (and how it went)
I’m not a high roller. I used $2 bets like training wheels. Here are a few I still remember:
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One muggy August night in 2019, Race 4, I played a $2 quinella on 1 and 8. That’s when you pick two dogs to finish in the top two in any order. The 8 (pink blanket) nosed out the 1 (red) at the wire. My hands shook like I’d won the lottery. The payout was a little over fourteen bucks. Not huge, but it felt huge.
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Another time, I tried a $2 trifecta—4-6-2, in that exact order. The 4 blasted out, the 6 faded late, and the 2 bumped the turn. I missed by a mile. I still kept the losing ticket in my back pocket like it might change its mind.
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On a rainy Saturday, I played 1 to win in a Grade B sprint. Short race, 550 yards. The 1 dog slammed the rail, popped the box clean, and never looked back. I bought hot chocolate with the winnings. It tasted better because it was “win” money. That’s silly, but it’s true.
Food, prices, and small stuff that stuck
The food was fine, not fancy. Hot dogs, fries, chicken tenders. On promo nights, a beer didn’t crush your wallet. Lines moved quick. I liked the outdoor seats near the finish line. The air smelled like wet sand, ketchup, and a whisper of cigar smoke. People wore team hats and lucky shirts. One older lady near me used a stubby pencil and a visor and still beat my picks. She was a machine.
Kids? You’d see some families, but the speakers could get loud, and the last race ran late. Bring a hoodie. Even in summer, the night wind cut a bit by the rail.
What changed after the ban
Florida stopped live greyhound racing in 2020. So the dogs don’t run here anymore. The same places turned to poker rooms and simulcast screens. bestbet Jacksonville keeps a clean room, plenty of TVs, and helpful staff at the windows. The change traces back to Amendment 13, passed by voters in 2018, which shut down live racing statewide after December 31, 2020 (learn more). If you haven’t seen the makeover, bestbet Jacksonville’s site lists the poker variants and table games they run daily.
Last year I sat at a high-top, watched races from West Virginia and the U.K., and placed a $2 exacta on a self-serve kiosk. A floor person walked me through it without making me feel dumb. I ate wings. They were crisp. I tipped well.
It’s calmer, in a way. No sand flying. No rail shake. You still get the numbers and the quick bursts of action. You just don’t get that blast of sound when the gates pop.
The hard part: the dogs
This part is messy. I love animals. (I even once tried on a racing muzzle to understand what the dogs experience, and I wrote about that here.) Back then, I had fun with the scene. But I also worried. I saw two adoption tables at the track more than once. Volunteers from a local group in NE Florida handed out flyers and let folks meet retired dogs. That’s how I met Tango in 2021. She was shy, long-legged, and somehow a couch potato. She sleeps most of the day and leans her full weight on my knees when she wants pets. Sweet girl. Soft ears. She changed how I look at the sport.
Do I miss the rush? Yes. Do I want the dogs safe first? Also yes. That’s the tension. It lives in my chest, and I’m not going to pretend it doesn’t.
Little bits of track lingo (without being weird)
- Paddock: where the dogs line up before the race.
- Break: when the gates open and they blast out.
- Rusty: the mechanical lure (here’s a hands-on review of a modern mechanical hare). We all yelled for Rusty.
- Parimutuel: the pool of money everyone bets into together.
- Quinella: pick two to finish top two, any order.
- Trifecta: pick the top three, exact order.
I liked the data puzzle. I liked the people-watching. I still like the math, to be honest.
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Who would like it now
If you enjoy short, sharp bets and lots of screens, the simulcast rooms work. If you want a big outdoor thrill and the sound of paws on sand, that part’s gone in Florida. Poker’s solid at bestbet if cards are your thing. The dealers are fast. The room’s bright and clean.
Also, if you care about the dogs—and plenty of us do—adoption groups still need help. Fosters, transport, or just buying some kibble. That’s another way to be part of the story.
Quick hits: what I loved and what bugged me
Pros:
- Cheap, quick fun with small bets
- That live-race adrenaline (back then) and now, easy simulcast
- Friendly staff and easy food
Cons:
- Ethical worries about the dogs; I carried that home
- Loud speakers and late nights weren’t great for families
- You can lose money fast if you chase
My bottom line
Jax greyhound racing gave me some bright, noisy nights. I can still hear “Here comes Rusty!” in my head. I don’t want the dogs to run here again, and I’m glad they don’t. But I do miss the rush and the rail and the goofy little wins that paid for fries.
These days, I’ll sit at bestbet, play a $2 exacta on a track three states away, and eat wings. Then I’ll go home and scratch Tango’s ears. That’s my peace with it.
Would I tell you to try it? If you’re curious and careful with money, sure—start small, ask questions, enjoy the puzzle. And if your heart tugs a bit, maybe meet an adoption group. You know what? Both can fit. It took me a while to see that, but they can.