Walking Papers

Saturday, February 12, 2005

One track is never enough

Jeff and I bellied up to the Clubhouse bar at around 11:50. We both marveled at the site of an empty bar.

"Wow, I've never seen it like this," I said.

"Neither have I," said Jeff.

One of the many advantages to a healthy drinking problem is that you often drink in the morning, And if you get there early enough, you usually get the best seats.

Today was Bay Meadows sweatshirt day. It was quality 50/50 fabric. I'm stoked.

Jeff bet. I bet. Jeff lost. I lost.

Jeff bet. I bet. Jeff lost. I lost.

Jeff was betting on Santa Anita and Bay Meadows. I joined in on the Santa Anita action.

Wouldn't you know it, I finally hit a winner.

In the 7th race at Santa Anita, Jeff bets on the 7 horse. He finally wins. I tell him to bet again on the 7 horse in Bay Meadow's 7th race. Jeff ignores my suggestion. The 7 horse wins in the 7th at Bay Meadows.

The day winds on. Jeff is down but mounting a comeback. I've been nursing a couple of wins and am still up a bit, but not a lot. Our train is going to leave soon, but we still have time to bet on the 9th race at Santa Anita. Jeff bets the 6 horse to place. I bet the 4-1 exacta. The 4 horse is strong and wins the race, but an unknown horse pulls up at the end to take second. I'm hoping for the 4-1, but Jeff is sure the 6 horse took second. It's a photo finish.

A guy at the bar says repeatedly, "Four won, four won." Or was he saying "4-1, 4-1?" Jeff still thinks the horses came in 4-6. Finally, the replay shows it was indeed 4-1. The six horse was no where to be found. I pocket $211 on the exacta and call it a fine day at the races.

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