Sometimes you get a little help from a man in a bowtie. Is it just me, or did that 12 nose out the 7 in the last race yesterday? No sir! Good ol' Sonny the placing judge amazingly calls it a dead heat, saving me from some embarrassment after I began to celebrate hitting the Pick 3 with the 7. The dead heat cut the payout in half, but considering that I'm still pretty positive I lost that photo, I'll take it.
Posting from my phone as Steve is on the computer right now, so will keep this somewhat short.
The main track is tiring as hell, and the dirt races are being run like grass ones, with 5 or 6 horses being within 3-4 lengths of the wire at the finish. I'd avoid speed today unless the track tells you otherwise.
At the track today were Matt and his crew (Matt's wife, Dell, Barney, John), Kev, Bigs who kindly bought me a few beers, Hoff, Chuck, Serling, Sciacca and crew, Sniper (who reportedly made out like a bandit) and Sightseek. I'm sure I'm forgetting people.
Passed the hell out as soon as I got back to Steve's. Didn't even bother putting sheets on my bed (have my own room this year, awesome), and there are more people here than I thought there'd be.
Will post a few more thoughts after Steve bounces.
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