As a mixed-race Chicagoan raised on jazz beats and street-corner luck, I turned my $200 loss into a win—not by chasing luck, but by dancing with the rhythm. In Super Bingo, every card is a drumroll; every draw, a groove. I learned that joy isn’t in the win—it’s in the wait, the community, and the wild, joyful pulse of culture. This isn’t gambling. It’s ritual.