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Mar 2011
I went to the track on a Thursday afternoon to make it and eat well that night. It was a harness race at Dover downs, I really only liked to play the harness races. I liked the 1 with 4/6 trifecta key, paid my two bucks and waited. Starters were called to the gate, I was watching the screen closely, I like it if the horse I need on top would run right out, a lot of people don’t like this, they say the horse will run out, not me. I have seen plenty of horses run wire to wire with maybe a scare at the end but never the less finish first. My one horse was flying up the rail to make first right out of the gate, then after 2 awkward steps it “broke” meaning it lost stride and shot to the outside of the track as the horse was jumping up and down, disqualified and lame. The four and six had been behind it, it stayed that way passed the line with no rally from anything. If that ******* one horse had stayed in stride I would have been 6 hundred dollars poorer. The night would go on like this as it does for every gambler, always so close but never really making it four out of five times.  I drove the fifteen minutes home and stopped at the grocery store on the way, frozen pizza again tonight.  Nothing changes when you play the same losing horse, date the same broads.
between Boston and New York
Written by
James Worthley
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