Rrrrraaacing!

If I were a betting woman I'd put my money on Canterbury Park to provide a fun (and hopefully profitable) filled summer afternoon. As long as you "behave" (possibly the ONLY time these two will be poster children for "behaving") when you step up to place your bet were are talking a relatively inexpensive investment. $6 for the valet cuz your cute "track" shoes are not comfy enough for the hike from the back ninety, $5 to get your foot in the door (unless you are a senior, good for you/sorry for you MOM, then its f.r.e.e.), $2 bucks a beer multiplied by "x" number of beers (none of your bees wax) plus whatevah money you wanna blow tryin' to guess who's gonna show, place or win. I personally gotta keep it simple, cuz all that betting can get a little cryptic. I pick the two horses I think are gonna come in 1st and 2nd, my bet is called a $1 exacta box and ends up only costing me $2 each race. Let me break this down for anyone not on the up and up of the gambling world. An "exacta box" bet means the two thoroughbreds you pick need to finish the race 1st and 2nd, or 2nd and 1st for that matter, they just gotta be the first two across the line in no particular order. If I've lost ya then you might be better off just picking your horse of choice to "win" and call it a day (all and all MOM and I each left $5.50 ahead, unless you count our cocktails, then we are about $10.00 each in the hole). So perhaps you are asking, "how in the world do I know what horse to bet on?" Well, this is my secret. A little optical test, if you will, passed onto me by, Hank's "Gampa," Jack. He says, when you head down to the paddock to check out the horses before they race you gotta look at the sackage. The "tighter the balls, the better the racing horse." There you have it! Straight from the horses mouth!

Thanks so much to Lola and Jack for the after race dinner at Pablo's (Lola, our big winner, also won the honor of treating us to dinner)! I don't care what anyone says, I'll mess with Texas anytime! Loves to you guys!

Rrrrracing!

An annual event as rich in tradition as the Belmont Stakes itself... The "fillies" seemed to behave a bit more than last year AND believe it or not the MG Po-Po did not make an appearance this year (and lesson learned-I, one woman, did not drink an entire pitcher of sangria alone). I was worried if the "cop-ers" (are we 30 somethings or early 20 somethings?) came back again this year Catfish Johnston would have better odds of becoming a "gelding" than anticipated favorite Big Brown! Bets were placed as we watched the thoroughbreds prance through the paddock, and I crossed my fingers that #8, Anak Nakal, would deliver the upset (and I could claim the winnings for the second year in a row). I was as disappointed as all those suckers who put it all on the line for the 2-5 odds favorite, Big Brown, to WIN. If I were a betting woman I woulda placed the horse adorned with the #1 at the top of my trifecta bet too... and I too would've lost. I'm all about rooting for the underdog, but it would have been cool to see the carnations placed upon the 12th Triple Crown winner. With all due respect, I think it is total horse sh*! the winning horse Da’ Tara (the long shot on the boards) got the complete shaft! For cryin' out loud let the colt (with only 8 total races under his belt) relish in the moment of glory! Barely a word spoken on the come behind winner who won by 5 1/4 lengths (and Laurie (and Henry) only had about 1 minute to bask in her $45-pot-o-gold victory)! Lets give the little (5'-2" and 110lbs-I could bench press him) Peruvian jockey, Alan Garcia, his 2 minutes of well deserved fame, huh, would ya, huh? Ok, now that I have that off my chest... Giddy-up on back here tomorrow for a little somethin-somethin (i'm not being sneaky-got a case o' the writers blockage).