In the old days when there was racing at the Goshen Harness track about 50 miles north of NYC, the windows closed for betting when the mutuel manager blew a whistle. Often the whistle didnt blow until the horses were already in the backstretch (it was a 1/2 mile track) some 20 seconds into the race.
Those were the days that taking 2/5 on a favorite with the lead was a steall.
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