Mon, 20 Aug 2007
(Here is the animated invitation to our Marquis Downs excursion.)
I won sixteen dollars on the first race of the night. Off a five dollar bet. Horse’s name I’ve forgotten, jockey’s name was Valentino McBean. My eleven dollar profit subsidised my losses on a whole night of ill-advised Valentino McBean bets. In each succeeding race, his horse finished further and further behind. In race four or five, as the rest of the pack thundered across the finish line, Valentino McBean and horse slowed to a halt on the far side of the track, paused to sigh at the futility of it all, turned, and shuffled back the way they’d come. I tore up my losing five dollar ticket and, as Jenn had instructed me, tossed the pieces dramatically into the air. Still infatuated with his name, I bet on Valentino McBean in the following race, but only a toonie. Lost that too.
As in life there’s one mount that makes a difference, McBean can’t help that all the other mounts are losers!