I still remember it like it happened yesterday (OK, maybe a bit fuzzier with the details): back in the early 1980s, my buddy Steve and I would hit the Del Mar race track and bet on the horses. We really didn't know what we were doing, but we learned how to read the
Daily Racing Form, so we made handicapper's guesses at losing our money. By the end of that season, we still hadn't picked anything worth bragging about. I was done for the year.
It was the last day of racing for the season. Steve calls and pleads for one last stab: "C'mon, it's the last day. We'll hit the 8th and 9th (races) just for the heck of it." I really wasn't up for it, but what the hell. Two races can't do too much damage. Besides, they didn't charge admission to see the late races, so that's a couple more bucks for bets. Read the rest of "Horse Tales..."
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