trifecta
He was tooting out “Celebration” before the race as the horses walked to the gate and the John Deere 7820 backed off the track, a few men with rakes smoothing over the treads. That crew wore what looked like flak jackets, probably insurance against kicks and the odd trampling
Dollar hot dogs probably aren’t worth the price but most of us ate three before we realized. A horse track is akin to a county fair for sheer swath of the cross section it draws. While you and your pal point and laugh at someone someone else is pointing and laughing at you. The jacuzzi water they serve as beer keeps the confrontations to a minimum.
People are mad at themselves for taking that old wives tale about betting on the horse with the most recent bowel movement to heart. Doug says it started from gossip that the trainer gives a palm full of coke to the horse before a race. C’mon Doug. Have you seen a horse’s nostril? Where does one find a straw that big?
I miss Golden Gate fields. I used to go on wednesdays with my friend that was incontinent. WE would drink cheap beer and bet on the ponies until he pissed himself and then we had to go to his car so he could change his pants. We would smoke a joint and then head back inside to see if we couldn’t round up a couple of hotties at the bar.
Comment by al — March 15, 2010 @ 1:11 pm
I apologize, I just assumed it was Golden Gate, I could be Bay Meadows, but I thought they closed it down. Bay Meadows that is.
Comment by al — March 15, 2010 @ 1:13 pm
It was GG Felds and Bay Meadows is gone. It’s levelled. Back to a meadow but without any life. So call it Bay Dirt Lot.
And that’s a weird story. It was just expected he’d piss himself? Did he try to cover the wet spot with the form? Was he embarrassed? Could he pick up hotties at the bar? So many questions
Comment by Rolston — March 15, 2010 @ 11:32 pm