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Sixteenth in [Jul. 28th, 2006|08:16 pm]
Not too enamored with Mr. Derby Trail America right now. Dude barked on me something serious last night over me opening his door and waking him up on my way to the bathroom.

Mind you, this is the same ****ing guy, who, when we stayed together in Louisville, woke me up at 4:30 EVERY ****ING MORNING for two weeks by AK-47'ing his laptop keys non-stop and printing the Thoro-Graph sheets for every horse that's run in the United States since 1971.

Don't get me wrong, I love Steve and consider him one of my close friends, but the hypocrisy of that tirade last night was off the ****ing scale.

Did quite well at my post today thanks to the rain. Made five cheap bets throughout the day, four exacta boxes (three with 2 horses and one with 3) I split with Tommy and two cheap win tickets on Magnificent Song and Quite A Bride. Hit Magnificent Song, who I couldn't belive paid $8.20, and in our exacta boxes, Tommy and I hit the three-horse box, then ran 2-3, 1-3 and 1-3 in our two-horse boxes, respectively. Not too bad.

A prime example of why it sucks to handicap an entire card in one sitting. Last night, by the time Matt and I got to the 7th race, I couldn't figure it out for ****. Today, I take one ****ing 30-second look at the race, say "Owns the Place is gonna be out there by himself," and close the damn Form. Didn't play him though, because I saw how outside horses were running and thought someone still might run him down. On top of that, the horse that beat me and Tommy out of the exacta was a Suffolk shipper I'd talked about with Tom just a bit earlier.

I'll be at the works tomorrow with Matt, so should have some good pictures by Sunday night. Gotta hop a Greyhound at 8:15 AM, get into the city at 12:15 and get into CT by 4:30. The wedding is at 6. Think I'll have a chance to bet tomorrow's card while I'm waiting for the train in the city.

See yous Sunday.