So I haven't talked about the Kentucky Derby. I didn't know anything about the horses this year as I have about given up my love of horse racing because I cannot stand to see the horses break down. It kills me to see them get hurt to the point I have stopped watching horse racing and stopped going to the track completely ( not like there is one close anyway) .
But this year I felt like taking another shot at it so Saturday morning of the race I turned on the pre-race and started watching it half way. I told Cliff I like that horse Desert Party and I think with odds 15-1 I will place a bet to win on him. We went to the sports book and I bet my horse and Cliff bought an exacta box with Dunkirk and Friesan Fire. Then Cha and Leo came and we went back to the sports book and Leo bet on Westside Bernie and Cha bought an exacta box on I think Papa Clem and I can't remember who. So anyway we were all covered and we were going to win our fortunes cause we had great odds and good bets and we all felt horsy that day and yada yada yada blah blah blah.
Then we started watching them parade the horses and listening to the owners stories etc and we were immediately drawn to Mine that Bird as he was owned and trained by some old cowboys from New Mexico. Now, you would have thought we would have taken our happy hinny's back to the sports book and placed a bet on said horse but noooooooooooooooooooooo so needless to say Mine that Bird runs first and pays 101.00 to win. Damit. That children is why gambling is bad umkay!!
Boy that horse was beautiful out front by 6 3/4 lengths!! You go and kick ass at the Preakness Mine that Bird!!! By the way my horse, Desert Party, well he stumbled just out of the gate and chipped a left front ankle. He's out of the running indefinitely ; which also describes my betting skills .
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
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