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Welp. They did sacrifice the losing jockeys and eat their horses. Differenct level of incentive.Did they even have horses back in the olden days?
I think it's cool that today's train tracks are still the width of two horses' asses. I read it on the internet, so it's definitely true.
Saratoga, huh? Lemme guess, his horse naturally won.Female race is called the Oaks. It’s for the fillies.
I’ve been twice to the infield and it’s more like a messy tailgate party and not at all the pomp and circumstance you see from the boxes.
Last year our BIL was part of the conglomerate that owned Mage. He was in the winners circle with them and got to go to Saratoga too. It was a wild ride for them. He gave me a rose pedal from the Derby wreath.
they misspelled the democrats horse "Just Steal"I would love it if Catching Freedom were to win!
That'll be my pick.
And his scarf it was apricot.Saratoga, huh? Lemme guess, his horse naturally won.
Well you're where you should be all the timeAnd his scarf it was apricot.
OR...Well you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not, you're with some underworld spy
Didn't you vote for Biden?I tell this story almost every year. My reasons will become clear when I finish.
And that's why I tell the story. The story of what might be the dumbest decision of my life.
What color is that? I ask only because I'm a straight, white, male and only know ROY G BIV colors... and the "IV" part is already pushing the boundary.And his scarf it was apricot.
I tell this story almost every year. My reasons will become clear when I finish.
I was in business with a very wealthy guy. I was just starting out. But he was dumb enough to make me a partner, although I was a partner in name only.
We were also very good friends, so he comes into work and several times tells me how excited his family is that they have a really good horse. Next he tells me they're going to run him in Derby. I roll my eyes thinking, my God visions of grandeur.
Well they do run him and they invite Ellen and I to the race. For some reason they're going to drive up. Now I'm thinking Ellen will spend money we don't have to get all gussied up for the race. And the trip up with them won't be bad but the return will be a bummer when he loses. So I politely decline.
Race day comes and we watch on TV. The horse wins. The horse's name is Affirmed. He goes on to win the triple crown in three of the most exciting horse races in history. We were not invited to the Preakness or the Belmont since I, the genius, declined the first offer. Ellen didn't speak to me for a week...maybe more.
So there you have it I turned down the opportunity to be with the Triple Crown winner in the owners box and I'm pretty sure in the winners circle.
And that's why I tell the story. The story of what might be the dumbest decision of my life.
What color is that? I ask only because I'm a straight, white, male and only know ROY G BIV colors... and the "IV" part is already pushing the boundary.
Really don't know. The only scarf I've ever worn was a supremely manly while silk with a flight suit. Wrapped rakishly aroung the neck twice and secured with a devil may care single windsor knot. (Devil make hair for those keeping malapropism score cards.)What color is that? I ask only because I'm a straight, white, male and only know ROY G BIV colors... and the "IV" part is already pushing the boundary.
Did you ever get tiramisu on your ascot?Really don't know. The only scarf I've ever worn was a supremely manly while silk with a flight suit. Wrapped rakishly aroung the neck twice and secured with a devil may care single windsor knot. (Devil make hair for those keeping malapropism score cards.)