Braxton Tempest
Google
Want to come to the worst sportsbook this side of the Mississippi? This is your place!
Step right up to MGM Bet at Nationals Park, where dreams go to die and customer service is a long-forgotten myth. We walked in to find not a single soul in the place, and after two minutes, we figured out why. The ticket writer? “On break.” The rest of the staff? Disgruntled, disinterested, and entirely unhelpful. One employee behind the bar looked like he’d rather walk into oncoming traffic than answer a question.
To that same employee, we asked if we could exit through a door and were treated to a condescending gem: “You can… if it says exit, you can exit.” Wow. Thank you, Socrates. I hope your pillow is warm tonight. We didn’t even place a bet.
To top it off, the machines didn’t even allow parlays, literally the most basic function of any sportsbook. The entire experience was so unbelievably bad I thought I was being pranked. I will gladly take my business to the DraftKings app, where I won’t be belittled.
Do yourself a favor and avoid this dump. I’ll be telling people to steer clear of this place for the rest of my life.