A few snaps from the weekend

As previously mentioned, I left my card reader at home, so as of now, I can't post any pictures from my digicam, although Phil said that he might be able to help me out with that next weekend. In the meantime, enjoy a few very cool pictures courtesy of Chris Dugger, brother of Matt, from his week at 'Toga.


Friday Night at Dinner

There's a funny story behind that one. I wasn't there, but the gist is that the DT crew waltzed into a fancy steak joint where everyone was dressed to the nines, and in they came looking like the White Trash America '07 tour, featuring Tom with his hat crooked and wearing flip-flops. After feeling awkward and busting collective nuts when they saw the $55 steaks and $16 salads, they packed up the RV and headed to a more inclusive dinner joint.


DT group shot (let me know if you wanna know who anyone is)


CORRECTION: Wayne Lukas and Bill Parcells


A post parade


Deliberation at the HQ


The pastoral beauty of the Spa


A stretch run


The pride and joy of Derby Trail, coming to a starting gate near you


DT with Sumwonlovesyou


The war room, as Chris put it


Unbelievable.. Two sober irishmen

Byk's printer is out of ink (what else is new), so no handicapping until I can find a way to get the form, and I woke up a tad too late to go to the barns. Would've liked to see and post pictures of the big boys (Street Sense and Curlin), but that will have to wait until next Tuesday. Sorry.

Will be back later this evening after glancing at the Wednesday card, which looks like a destroyer at first glance. Part of me is glad I'm heading back to work, because I'll have to carve out 2-3 strong plays a day rather than try to hammer every race, which is the strategy that got Scav on a plane home with his tail between his legs.

Even though the DT crew has shipped on out, I'm glad I still have Lori here, because otherwise I'd be bored even further off my ass than I already am.

Well, I'm off, back to trying to decide whether or not I should become a Celtics fan with the reason I became a Timberwolves fan in '96 being sent to Beantown. It's not a decision I take lightly and it will require much agonizing..