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Thursday Adventures Vol II: C'mon, Mulahen! Papa needs a pair of shoes!
Cross one item of my Things to Do Someday List: I went to Saratoga Race Track yesterday afternoon, and I'm very sorry that I didn't do it earlier.
This was a group outing, with Trey, Jimmy, Colleen, Smitty and me. The others had been there before, so they knew better than to try the concrete bleachers in 80+ degree heat. Instead, we nabbed a picnic table in the shade, outside the track area but near a TV monitor. That way we had a "home base," as Smitty put it, and as long as one person stayed behind to watch the coolers and such (and there was always at least one person not up to going anywhere), everyone else could head to the track proper and watch from the railing. It was a perfect system; there was even a betting window just 50 yards away from where we sat.
But I tell you, I had a blast. I was trying to organize the day into a decent narrative, but I really can't. So here's the bullet points:
* I. Kicked. Heinie. Three winning bets in five races (I had to leave early to collect the kids). Unfortunately, I bet small, and I made multiple bets in a few of those races, not all of which panned out, but I made back more than I paid out, so I can't complain.
* Poor Trey: no wins before I left. Even poorer Col: She bet to win on all counts, and consistently picked the horse that came in #2. Usually dropping from #1 at the last second. Usually losing to my pick. Sorry, Col.
* Jimmy needs a good 12-step program. A little too obsessive. Just sayin' is all.
* Word of the day: "plonk." As in, "Trey, I'm gonna have to plonk you for that." No, I don't know what it means.
* Colleen and I shouldn't be out in public together: we enable each other's girl-watching a little too effectively.
* You'd think that for 50ยข, they could at least give you a pen that writes. Bastards.
* Adam, for future reference: Betting on longshots = bad idea.
* Injoke alert: Sugar daddy cheese fries!
Must do this again. Must. Have to.
This was a group outing, with Trey, Jimmy, Colleen, Smitty and me. The others had been there before, so they knew better than to try the concrete bleachers in 80+ degree heat. Instead, we nabbed a picnic table in the shade, outside the track area but near a TV monitor. That way we had a "home base," as Smitty put it, and as long as one person stayed behind to watch the coolers and such (and there was always at least one person not up to going anywhere), everyone else could head to the track proper and watch from the railing. It was a perfect system; there was even a betting window just 50 yards away from where we sat.
But I tell you, I had a blast. I was trying to organize the day into a decent narrative, but I really can't. So here's the bullet points:
* I. Kicked. Heinie. Three winning bets in five races (I had to leave early to collect the kids). Unfortunately, I bet small, and I made multiple bets in a few of those races, not all of which panned out, but I made back more than I paid out, so I can't complain.
* Poor Trey: no wins before I left. Even poorer Col: She bet to win on all counts, and consistently picked the horse that came in #2. Usually dropping from #1 at the last second. Usually losing to my pick. Sorry, Col.
* Jimmy needs a good 12-step program. A little too obsessive. Just sayin' is all.
* Word of the day: "plonk." As in, "Trey, I'm gonna have to plonk you for that." No, I don't know what it means.
* Colleen and I shouldn't be out in public together: we enable each other's girl-watching a little too effectively.
* You'd think that for 50ยข, they could at least give you a pen that writes. Bastards.
* Adam, for future reference: Betting on longshots = bad idea.
* Injoke alert: Sugar daddy cheese fries!
Must do this again. Must. Have to.
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You added him to your Usenet newsreader's killfile?
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