Tampa

[MaTH716]

Originally Posted by -BT-

@ $89 a round a $4 gatorade almost seems like you ripped them off.
you muthaf****....... those blues were at the absolute tips on #18, we might as well been teeing off from the gd woods we were so far back, and i find out you tee'd off from the whites? WTF, is there no honor in golf either. I'm now doubley salty b/c i made a NATURAL BIRDIE from the tips on #18, net 2 and i pushed with you?

-bt-

$89 was ridiculous, but I think I got the last laugh. I'm pretty sure I left more than $89 dollars worth of damage on that course.

As far as your birdie..................

I'll buy you a cuban next time I see you.............

[Antitrust32]

Originally Posted by MaTH716

$89 was ridiculous, but I think I got the last laugh. I'm pretty sure I left more than $89 dollars worth of damage on that course.
.

LOL

[golfer]

Sounds to me like gpk signed an incorrect scorecard. I'm thinking DQ

[herkhorse]

Originally Posted by MaTH716

$89 was ridiculous

BT was determined to get his 89.00 back somehow, and he finally got his chance at the Derby Lane Buffet. I don't think I've ever seen anyone pile food so high, and I'm sure he made 3 or 4 trips.

[tiggerv]

This is an amazing thread

[Antitrust32]

I need to figure out how to post the picture of GPK on the Jockey's scale in the winners circle. apparently the file is too big, which is ironic considering the size of the man in the picture.

[herkhorse]

Originally Posted by Antitrust32

I need to figure out how to post the picture of GPK on the Jockey's scale in the winners circle. apparently the file is too big, which is ironic considering the size of the man in the picture.

[Antitrust32]

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[MaTH716]

I bet'cha he feels 4 feet tall in that photo..........................

[GPK]

Originally Posted by tiggerv

This is an amazing thread

As amazing as it is, it really does it no justice. To have lived and experienced it live is like nothing else. I'm still laughing at some of the sh*t days later.

[MaTH716]

So the entire group heads down to watch the 9th from the winner's circle. The woman in charge is trying to make time with Bigs. Supposedly, you are only allowed about 4-5 people in the winner's circle. We easily had over 10 people. The woman slightly balked at first, but Bigs charmed the woman to letting everyone in. She gave us some brief instructions as far as what to do and where to stand. Seth and I suggested that they should keep the paramedics close just in case Guidry ended up winning the race.

So we are all on the rail watching the race and I believe that everyone was live in their pick 4's at this point. Grunder keeps doing a job mentioning Edward O'Bey (who would think how far that one beer would go). A 13-1 shot with a 3/56 jock clears from the #10 hole and gets the lead. He goes 46 flat for the half and at this point I'm feeling good about this horse being the last horse off my ticket. All of a sudden I realize that they are heading into the stretch and he still has a 1 1/2 length lead and looks strong. Then at the 1/8 pole I hear GPK yelling come on with this 10, get this 10 home and I honestly think to myself, how fitting. Let GPK get this 10 home (knowing that he's been getting killed all week too) in the race named for his brother. But truthfully, by the time they hit the 1/16 pole, I'm like f.uck that midget prick, get this God damn one (or 4 of the other 5 nags i'm live to in this God forsaking s.hit race where I'm 5 deep) home. It's a blanket finish and Bigs said the 10 got the bob and if there's anyone I'll ever believe in that spot it's Bigs. Guidry once again got there too late closing like a freight train. My pick 4 and I 'm pretty sure everyone else's go up in flames. GPK cashed a win ticket and I believe Rude did too. But Bigs said something about Rude possibly betting every horse in the race. Obviously I'm not happy and Mark Guidry fan #1 Golfer is steaming. Forget about having the paramedics for Guidry they might need the riot police. GPK is absolutely beaming as we line up for the picture. Picture taken and we are all milling around the winner's circle. Next thing I know I see Sheets asking Gonclaves to sign his racing form. I am absolutely mind boggeled as I ask him, what the f.uck are you going to do with that? Before he can answer we notice Exacta Bob chatting to his swim buddy Gonclaves and we all start laughing. Also there is a buzz of the camera girl, she was okay. I'm sure Lori will second that. I did tell Sheets to invite his girl Rosie to derby Lane with us, but he pussed out. The chalk wins the finale and I'm pretty sure all of us go 3/4 on the pick 4 and I'm pretty steamed. But I can honestly say that it was an honor to be in that winner's circle for such a special event with such a great group of people.

Apparently we have video proof of the yelling like a schoolgirl......................
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4rmq...ature=youtu.be

To be continued........................

[herkhorse]

Originally Posted by MaTH716

So the entire group heads down to watch the 9th from the winner's circle. The woman in charge is trying to make time with Bigs. Supposedly, you are only allowed about 4-5 people in the winner's circle. We easily had over 10 people. The woman slightly balked at first, but Bigs charmed the woman to letting everyone in. She gave us some brief instructions as far as what to do and where to stand. Seth and I suggested that they should keep the paramedics close just in case Guidry ended up winning the race.

So we are all on the rail watching the race and I believe that everyone was live in their pick 4's at this point. Grunder keeps doing a job mentioning Edward O'Bey (who would think how far that one beer would go). A 13-1 shot with a 3/56 jock clears from the #10 hole and gets the lead. He goes 46 flat for the half and at this point I'm feeling good about this horse being the last horse off my ticket. All of a sudden I realize that they are heading into the stretch and he still has a 1 1/2 length lead and looks strong. Then at the 1/8 pole I hear GPK yelling come on with this 10, get this 10 home and I honestly think to myself, how fitting. Let GPK get this 10 home (knowing that he's been getting killed all week too) in the race named for his brother. But truthfully, by the time they hit the 1/16 pole, I'm like f.uck that midget prick, get this God damn one (or 4 of the other 5 nags i'm live to in this God forsaking s.hit race where I'm 5 deep) home. It's a blanket finish and Bigs said the 10 got the bob and if there's anyone I'll ever believe in that spot it's Bigs. Guidry once again got there too late closing like a freight train. My pick 4 and I 'm pretty sure everyone else's go up in flames. GPK cashed a win ticket and I believe Rude did too. But Bigs said something about Rude possibly betting every horse in the race. Obviously I'm not happy and Mark Guidry fan #1 Golfer is steaming. Forget about having the paramedics for Guidry they might need the riot police. GPK is absolutely beaming as we line up for the picture. Picture taken and we are all milling around the winner's circle. Next thing I know I see Sheets asking Gonclaves to sign his racing form. I am absolutely mind boggeled as I ask him, what the f.uck are you going to do with that? Before he can answer we notice Exacta Bob chatting to his swim buddy Gonclaves and we all start laughing. Also there is a buzz of the camera girl, she was okay. I'm sure Lori will second that. I did tell Sheets to invite his girl Rosie to derby Lane with us, but he pussed out. The chalk wins the finale and I'm pretty sure all of us go 3/4 on the pick 4 and I'm pretty steamed. But I can honestly say that it was an honor to be in that winner's circle for such a special event with such a great group of people.

Apparently we have video proof of the yelling like a schoolgirl......................
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4rmq...ature=youtu.be

To be continued........................

Totally forgot about that. Later that night she slowly walks by the Grunder bar, stops at the door, winks and waves at Bigs before moving on.

[MaTH716]

So it's on to the Grunder bar with the entire crew. I got to admit that things just spiral out of control. I'm bitter with not cashing a real ticket (even money in the first leg of my own show parlay doesn't count ) in 2 days and to be honest can't even stand the thought of looking at the Form. We all kick in money for a show parlay. Also Sheets caps a late pick 4 at Santa Anita and I buy 25% of his ticket just to have some action. There are so many tracks going, that I have no idea where/who we are live to in the show parlay. It's just complete chaos, everytime I look up I see BT yelling at every TV in the place. In one race his horse gets passed in the stretch and he's yelling at the top of his lungs for the horse to Re-Buff Re-Buff. Everyone just stopped and looked, then started laughing, like I said the kid is a star. I'm hearing things from BT, like "he's bred for snow". It really was an absolute blur. I think we hit one or two races in the show parlay. Now keep in mind GPK is holding the ticket. Then Sheets (out of all people) utters the three magic words that probably gave GPK some movement. English Channel Firster. The next thing I know we are alive to a 5-1 English Channel firster at Turfway in a blizzard. To make things even more comical, there's a 3/5 Ramsey horse in the race. Guess what, Ramsey wins by about 10 (there's a f.ucking suprise ) and the EC firster finishes up the track. I guess they are very low percentage on frozen polytrack during a blizzard.........
I blame Sheets for that, he put it out there and obviously the president of the EC fan club couldn't pass up that betting opportunity. Obviously the group almost turned into an angry mob again, but we really are the ones to blame. We had a 17 year old looking at the form or sheets from his phone (Don't ask me how he gets this stuff, really child services should be knocking any day know) and the head of the lolly-pop guild punching the tickets. Really what kind of chance did we have? Of course, right after Rosario gives us a wonderful ride, while never looking like a winner with our single at Santa Anita at 4/5. At some point I see Grunder there (shocker) taking pictures with GPK. It's so chaotic that the douche guy mentioned in previous posts left the area and was watching races in another part of the track. I guess he couldn't take it. But the drinks were flowing and everyone was having a ball. It was almost time for Derby Lane.

To be continue...............

[Antitrust32]

this is the part of the story where I tap out and head back to Ocala. Not before getting lost and passing the track a couple times. I could not figure out which direction was "north-east".

[herkhorse]

Originally Posted by Antitrust32

this is the part of the story where I tap out and head back to Ocala. Not before getting lost and passing the track a couple times. I could not figure out which direction was "north-east".

Don't feel too bad, I went down a dead end street before I even left the track

[PatCummings]

Just to add, I've greatly enjoyed following this story over the last few days. Thanks for sharing.

[MaTH716]

It's finally time for Derby Lane. We all group up with a Tampa native and head out to Derby Lane. I do remember getting on the elevator at Tampa and as the doors were closing seeing BT yelling at the TV. We all crack up in the elevator. After a brief stop at Dicks sporting goods, (I had to buy souvenirs for the boys) where GPK chatted up a girl that worked there. Probably a good thing he went down in flames, because she was probably up about 7 weight classes from him. She would have crushed him if she got on top and if he tried to get on top, he would have needed a ladder. It was a lose lose situation for him. Bigs kindly calls up in the car to point out OZ on the other side of the road. After about a 20 minute ride, we finally reach the Taj Mahal for dog racing. Bigs graciously buys programs for us as we go inside. I am absolutely mezmerized on how big and how many people are there. Not to mention how nice the place seems. Unfortunately the skell count does seem to be on the high side (now you can add 10 more to that count). We catch up with the rest of the group and everyone is kind of doing their own thing for a bit. I vowed to myself, after getting killed on the horses the last 2 days, I wasn't betting any freakin dogs. I was there for the ride/expierence and will just enjoy my time.

Unfortunately for me, after being there for about 10 minutes we had a little bit of a problem. Actually it was more of a major situation as I felt like my colon was going to explode. Yup, you can add Derby Lane to the 2012 MaTH piss out of his ass Florida tour. Thankfully (and I thanked God several times) the bathrooms were actually clean. I honestly felt like I dropped 5 pounds after that purge and felt like a new man. I catch up with the group and back at Tampa Downs we were talking about food, Heels was carrying the torch. For the first time all trip I was actually hungry. I had only had a muffin and a hot dog all day, so I wanted to eat too. We decide to check out the restauraunt. They have a buffet that looks killer. A nice carving station, salad and most importantly crab legs. All 10 of us sit, it's myself, GPK, Herk, BT, Heels, Bigs, Rude, Sheets, Sheets dad, Golfer. So I go to the buffet to load up and I come back and 5 of them ditched to go back downstairs. So now it's me, GPK, BT, Heels and Herk. There is food piled high everywhere. I'm not sure if everyone was that hungry, or just trying to gorge themselves in the 45 minutes we had left until the buffet closed. It was probably a little of both. Crab legs, shrimp, steak it's literally like feeding time at the zoo. To make matters more interesting Herk, BT and Heels are trying to dope out a late pick 4 at the Fair Gounds with about 7 minutes to post. Herk is doing his best Dali-Lama/Rainman bit, staring at the screen in a trance like state and then just blurting out random horses. Heels is trying to look at the form and eat at the same time. And if my memory serves me right, BT was just stuffing his face (like me). Finally they put a ticket together and run to the window as they are getting in the gate, only to find out that they only sell vouchers in the area that we're in. All the chaotic work for nothing. For the record I think they would have ended up 3/4. During this time I think GPK is betting Northfield, it seems like they are in the midst of a blizzard, but he is cashing tickets.

You'll never guess what happens next. My body must have instantly rejected all the food that I just ate. It was the first really big meal that I have had in a week. Thankfully the bathrooms in the club were even nicer than the bathrooms downstairs. I was in the can for quite a while. I ate so much seafood during the first sitting, that I was expecting to look down and see an aquarium in the bowl. So what do I do after leaving the bathroom? I go back and load up my plate again. I'm getting my $23 dollars worth. The table looks like an absolute bomb hit it. There's crablegs, shrimp peels, beer bottles, racing forms, dog forms everywhere. We finally finish and get ready to meet the others. I also decide to jump in and start playing the dogs a bit. We watch the dog race from the balcony and I look like a winnner the whole way around and of course get nailed at the wire. But now I have the bug (to go along with the bug that has made me s.hit everywhere since Tuesday). So I give the next race a good look and feel like I have a good handle on the race. There's one dog that seems to have a big class advantage. So I wheel him in exacta's and triple's and actually back wheel him with 2 other dogs on top in triples using the all button for show. We all reach a crossroads in our lives. This is when I reached mine, when I realized after getting killed on horses for the last 2 days (something I feel like I actually know) and vowing not to bet any of these mutts, looking down and see I have like $60 dollars worth of tickets bet on this one dog race. This is when I have my little heart to heart with Sheets, who is already looking at his bound copy of the form for tomorrow, circling every piece info on the page. I'm going to try steer the kid of this path, but of course he isn't hearing any of it. By this time, I'm sure child services will be waiting at his doorstep when they get home. Of course my dog runs second and one of the two other dogs I have on top don't win. $60 bucks on the dogs up in flames. Not to mention, that's not the only thing flaming as I'm about to s.hit for the hat trick at Derby Lane. After coming out of the bathroom again, I just make a few small action bets to be involved.

So the night is winding down and I decide that I'm going to see if I get any of the sharp clientele at Derby Lane to believe that BT is actually the guy from the hangover. So I must say it about 12 times around different people all within an earshot of BT. Finally BT had enough and explodes my way, it was actually pretty funny and as soon as he walked away, I said it again. But unfortunately we got no bites on it.
That was it, I said my goodbyes as I would be on the plane first thing in the morning. By this time it was about 11pm and I throw it out to GPK on the way to the car, about possibly going to the casino. I figure that since I have to be up in like 4 hours, that I might as well pull an all nighter. But he doesn't bite either, it's better off anyway. Because when I get back to the room, I do not pass go and go straight to the bathroom to tear it up once again. I pack up, get a few hours sleep and sneak off to the airport in the wee hours of the morning. I do visit the facilities at the lovely Tampa International before getting on my flight. For the most part the flight is fine, except for the large woman who keeps leaking into my seat. But I'm very happy to see my family, who's at the airport to pick me up. My wife informs me that since it's only 8:40 we are going to stop for breakfast on the way home and guess what, the boys want to go to IHOP .

[Heels1989]

Originally Posted by MaTH716

It's finally time for Derby Lane. We all group up with a Tampa native and head out to Derby Lane. I do remember getting on the elevator at Tampa and as the doors were closing seeing BT yelling at the TV. We all crack up in the elevator. After a brief stop at Dicks sporting goods, (I had to buy souvenirs
for the boys) where GPK chatted up a girl that worked there. Probably a good thing he went down in flames, because she was probably up about 7 weight classes from him. She would have crushed him if she got on top and if he tried to get on top, he would have needed a ladder. It was a lose lose situation for him. Bigs kindly calls up in the car to point out OZ on the other side of the road. After about a 20 minute ride, we finally reach the Taj Mahal for dog racing. Bigs graciously buys programs for us as we go inside. I am absolutely mezmerized on how big and how many people are there. Not to mention how nice the place seems. Unfortunately the skell count does seem to be on the high side (now you can add 10 more to that count). We catch up with the rest of the group and everyone is kind of doing their own thing for a bit. I vowed to myself, after getting killed on the horses the last 2 days, I wasn't betting any freakin dogs. I was there for the ride/expierence and will just enjoy my time.

Unfortunately for me, after being there for about 10 minutes we had a little bit of a problem. Actually it was more of a major situation as I felt like my colon was going to explode. Yup, you can add Derby Lane to the 2012 MaTH piss out of his ass Florida tour. Thankfully (and I thanked God several times) the bathrooms were actually clean. I honestly felt like I dropped 5 pounds after that purge and felt like a new man. I catch up with the group and back at Tampa Downs we were talking about food, Heels was carrying the torch. For the first time all trip I was actually hungry. I had only had a muffin and a hot dog all day, so I wanted to eat too. We decide to check out the restauraunt. They have a buffet that looks killer. A nice carving station, salad and most importantly crab legs. All 10 of us sit, it's myself, GPK, Herk, BT, Heels, Bigs, Rude, Sheets, Sheets dad, Golfer. So I go to the buffet to load up and I come back and 5 of them ditched to go back downstairs. So now it's me, GPK, BT, Heels and Herk. There is food piled high everywhere. I'm not sure if everyone was that hungry, or just trying to gorge themselves in the 45 minutes we had left until the buffet closed. It was probably a little of both. Crab legs, shrimp, steak it's literally like feeding time at the zoo. To make matters more interesting Herk, BT and Heels are trying to dope out a late pick 4 at the Fair Gounds with about 7 minutes to post. Herk is doing his best Dali-Lama/Rainman bit, staring at the screen in a trance like state and then just blurting out random horses. Heels is trying to look at the form and eat at the same time. And if my memory serves me right, BT was just stuffing his face (like me). Finally they put a ticket together and run to the window as they are getting in the gate, only to find out that they only sell vouchers in the area that we're in. All the chaotic work for nothing. For the record I think they would have ended up 3/4. During this time I think GPK is betting Northfield, it seems like they are in the midst of a blizzard, but he is cashing tickets.

You'll never guess what happens next. My body must have instantly rejected all the food that I just ate. It was the first really big meal that I have had in a week. Thankfully the bathrooms in the club were even nicer than the bathrooms downstairs. I was in the can for quite a while. I ate so much seafood during the first sitting, that I was expecting to look down and see an aquarium in the bowl. So what do I do after leaving the bathroom? I go back and load up my plate again. I'm getting my $23 dollars worth. The table looks like an absolute bomb hit it. There's crablegs, shrimp peels, beer bottles, racing forms, dog forms everywhere. We finally finish and get ready to meet the others. I also decide to jump in and start playing the dogs a bit. We watch the dog race from the balcony and I look like a winnner the whole way around and of course get nailed at the wire. But now I have the bug (to go along with the bug that has made me s.hit everywhere since Tuesday). So I give the next race a good look and feel like I have a good handle on the race. There's one dog that seems to have a big class advantage. So I wheel him in exacta's and triple's and actually back wheel him with 2 other dogs on top in triples using the all button for show. We all reach a crossroads in our lives. This is when I reached mine, when I realized after getting killed on horses for the last 2 days (something I feel like I actually know) and vowing not to bet any of these mutts, looking down and see I have like $60 dollars worth of tickets bet on this one dog race. This is when I have my little heart to heart with Sheets, who is already looking at his bound copy of the form for tomorrow, circling every piece info on the page. I'm going to try steer the kid of this path, but of course he isn't hearing any of it. By this time, I'm sure child services will be waiting at his doorstep when they get home. Of course my dog runs second and one of the two other dogs I have on top don't win. $60 bucks on the dogs up in flames. Not to mention, that's not the only thing flaming as I'm about to s.hit for the hat trick at Derby Lane. After coming out of the bathroom again, I just make a few small action bets to be involved.

So the night is winding down and I decide that I'm going to see if I get any of the sharp clientele at Derby Lane to believe that BT is actually the guy from the hangover. So I must say it about 12 times around different people all within an earshot of BT. Finally BT had enough and explodes my way, it was actually pretty funny and as soon as he walked away, I said it again. But unfortunately we got no bites on it.
That was it, I said my goodbyes as I would be on the plane first thing in the morning. By this time it was about 11pm and I throw it out to GPK on the way to the car, about possibly going to the casino. I figure that since I have to be up in like 4 hours, that I might as well pull an all nighter. But he doesn't bite either, it's better off anyway. Because when I get back to the room, I do not pass go and go straight to the bathroom to tear it up once again. I pack up, get a few hours sleep and sneak off to the airport in the wee hours of the morning. I do visit the facilities at the lovely Tampa International before getting on my flight. For the most part the flight is fine, except for the large woman who keeps leaking into my seat. But I'm very happy to see my family, who's at the airport to pick me up. My wife informs me that since it's only 8:40 we are going to stop for breakfast on the way home and guess what, the boys want to go to IHOP .

You can tell a story like no other.

[TheSpyder]

Freak'n awesome, that is one hell of a story! What makes it even more ironic is that I started this thread excited about going myself, calling it a voyage exordinar, only to not go and live out your trip in my own bathroom for three days.

I amire you sir....I think.

Spyder

Originally Posted by MaTH716

It's finally time for Derby Lane. We all group up with a Tampa native and head out to Derby Lane. I do remember getting on the elevator at Tampa and as the doors were closing seeing BT yelling at the TV. We all crack up in the elevator. After a brief stop at Dicks sporting goods, (I had to buy souvenirs for the boys) where GPK chatted up a girl that worked there. Probably a good thing he went down in flames, because she was probably up about 7 weight classes from him. She would have crushed him if she got on top and if he tried to get on top, he would have needed a ladder. It was a lose lose situation for him. Bigs kindly calls up in the car to point out OZ on the other side of the road. After about a 20 minute ride, we finally reach the Taj Mahal for dog racing. Bigs graciously buys programs for us as we go inside. I am absolutely mezmerized on how big and how many people are there. Not to mention how nice the place seems. Unfortunately the skell count does seem to be on the high side (now you can add 10 more to that count). We catch up with the rest of the group and everyone is kind of doing their own thing for a bit. I vowed to myself, after getting killed on the horses the last 2 days, I wasn't betting any freakin dogs. I was there for the ride/expierence and will just enjoy my time.

Unfortunately for me, after being there for about 10 minutes we had a little bit of a problem. Actually it was more of a major situation as I felt like my colon was going to explode. Yup, you can add Derby Lane to the 2012 MaTH piss out of his ass Florida tour. Thankfully (and I thanked God several times) the bathrooms were actually clean. I honestly felt like I dropped 5 pounds after that purge and felt like a new man. I catch up with the group and back at Tampa Downs we were talking about food, Heels was carrying the torch. For the first time all trip I was actually hungry. I had only had a muffin and a hot dog all day, so I wanted to eat too. We decide to check out the restauraunt. They have a buffet that looks killer. A nice carving station, salad and most importantly crab legs. All 10 of us sit, it's myself, GPK, Herk, BT, Heels, Bigs, Rude, Sheets, Sheets dad, Golfer. So I go to the buffet to load up and I come back and 5 of them ditched to go back downstairs. So now it's me, GPK, BT, Heels and Herk. There is food piled high everywhere. I'm not sure if everyone was that hungry, or just trying to gorge themselves in the 45 minutes we had left until the buffet closed. It was probably a little of both. Crab legs, shrimp, steak it's literally like feeding time at the zoo. To make matters more interesting Herk, BT and Heels are trying to dope out a late pick 4 at the Fair Gounds with about 7 minutes to post. Herk is doing his best Dali-Lama/Rainman bit, staring at the screen in a trance like state and then just blurting out random horses. Heels is trying to look at the form and eat at the same time. And if my memory serves me right, BT was just stuffing his face (like me). Finally they put a ticket together and run to the window as they are getting in the gate, only to find out that they only sell vouchers in the area that we're in. All the chaotic work for nothing. For the record I think they would have ended up 3/4. During this time I think GPK is betting Northfield, it seems like they are in the midst of a blizzard, but he is cashing tickets.

You'll never guess what happens next. My body must have instantly rejected all the food that I just ate. It was the first really big meal that I have had in a week. Thankfully the bathrooms in the club were even nicer than the bathrooms downstairs. I was in the can for quite a while. I ate so much seafood during the first sitting, that I was expecting to look down and see an aquarium in the bowl. So what do I do after leaving the bathroom? I go back and load up my plate again. I'm getting my $23 dollars worth. The table looks like an absolute bomb hit it. There's crablegs, shrimp peels, beer bottles, racing forms, dog forms everywhere. We finally finish and get ready to meet the others. I also decide to jump in and start playing the dogs a bit. We watch the dog race from the balcony and I look like a winnner the whole way around and of course get nailed at the wire. But now I have the bug (to go along with the bug that has made me s.hit everywhere since Tuesday). So I give the next race a good look and feel like I have a good handle on the race. There's one dog that seems to have a big class advantage. So I wheel him in exacta's and triple's and actually back wheel him with 2 other dogs on top in triples using the all button for show. We all reach a crossroads in our lives. This is when I reached mine, when I realized after getting killed on horses for the last 2 days (something I feel like I actually know) and vowing not to bet any of these mutts, looking down and see I have like $60 dollars worth of tickets bet on this one dog race. This is when I have my little heart to heart with Sheets, who is already looking at his bound copy of the form for tomorrow, circling every piece info on the page. I'm going to try steer the kid of this path, but of course he isn't hearing any of it. By this time, I'm sure child services will be waiting at his doorstep when they get home. Of course my dog runs second and one of the two other dogs I have on top don't win. $60 bucks on the dogs up in flames. Not to mention, that's not the only thing flaming as I'm about to s.hit for the hat trick at Derby Lane. After coming out of the bathroom again, I just make a few small action bets to be involved.

So the night is winding down and I decide that I'm going to see if I get any of the sharp clientele at Derby Lane to believe that BT is actually the guy from the hangover. So I must say it about 12 times around different people all within an earshot of BT. Finally BT had enough and explodes my way, it was actually pretty funny and as soon as he walked away, I said it again. But unfortunately we got no bites on it.
That was it, I said my goodbyes as I would be on the plane first thing in the morning. By this time it was about 11pm and I throw it out to GPK on the way to the car, about possibly going to the casino. I figure that since I have to be up in like 4 hours, that I might as well pull an all nighter. But he doesn't bite either, it's better off anyway. Because when I get back to the room, I do not pass go and go straight to the bathroom to tear it up once again. I pack up, get a few hours sleep and sneak off to the airport in the wee hours of the morning. I do visit the facilities at the lovely Tampa International before getting on my flight. For the most part the flight is fine, except for the large woman who keeps leaking into my seat. But I'm very happy to see my family, who's at the airport to pick me up. My wife informs me that since it's only 8:40 we are going to stop for breakfast on the way home and guess what, the boys want to go to IHOP .