As previously stated, trying to pick a winner on a name only basis proved to be a productive endeavor for me, however, Rob had a different strategy . He insisted on buying a daily race guide that he laboriously searched for possible clues that would lead him to a profitable day. Let me review the situation and establish what worked and what didn't-- I brought home thirty dollars and he was in the hole fifteen. No brainer, as my kids would say.
Speaking of names, where in the world do they come up with the outrageous handles for these beautiful creatures? A few of the more creative names were: Shes Down with Jim, Calzone (Mike renamed it the Italian Stallion), Sin Bin, and my favorite, Thiscatcanscat. The names along with the new vocabulary words--closers, stalkers, and pressers--has led to my continuing education at the track and, quite possibly, in life.
Will I now insist on a weekly or monthly pilgrimage so that I can repeat my triumphant performance on the rail? I think not. Lucky one day does not not necessarily mean lucky ever again. I did not lose my shirt, friends, or dear husband; but managed to laugh, gamble and check off another goal so it was deemed a successful day. Making money was not on my sixty list, but it certainly sweetened the pot.
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