'Cept I barely made any money. You ever have one of those days?
Where you end up in the black, but feel like you should've crushed it harder?
Thursday, August 2nd for me. Three horses I really liked today, Irish Smoke (thanks to Marty), Queen Joanne and Shakespeare (WTF? 9/5?!), all rolled and I hit on all of 'em, but not the way I would've liked to. That's what a weekend of losing and partying will do..
Still nice to have some winning tickets after the last seven days I had.
My fault for the lack of an update. Soon after I got to the track, Byk and I were running errands and then we had lunch in town, then by the time I got settled, the jump race was about to go off.
Haven't much looked at tomorrow's card, partly because I'm still in awe of what Shakespeare did today. Short distance, prep race, 21-month layoff, none of it bothers him. 7/6-0-0 with an injury causing his only loss, this guy is still the nuts.
Just got back from a Sciacca-free dinner, and you could hear a pin drop in the joint. A welcome change for me, although Steve seemed disappointed that there was no Super G, even with all the ball-busting Gary gives him. Still got plenty of laughs courtesy of Sonny, who we found out tonight hails from Mobile, Alabama, which somehow seems to fit perfectly.
The meatloaf up near Desolation Lake is off the chain.
So much for every post having a purpose. Back in the morning with at least a few quick thoughts, because there's a pick six carryover, and Chuck and Matt want to put together a sextet.
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