Or Version C:
Win the Schaefer, Foster and Whitney and run 2nd in the Jockey Club Gold Cup while the supposed best horse in the country is beating pigs in her backyard, then beat that horse on the square in the race they were prepping her for all year and win HOY.
I choose option C.
It's not worth responding to you anymore. You can't stay on topic, you put words in people's mouths and you'll say anything to prove the point you don't have. You're a miserable douche who can never admit he was wrong about anything.
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