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Derby 131

Derby 131 was pretty good this year. Of course I finished about 100+ dollars in the hole. But, oh well I had a good time. I had a hunch about the #4 hourse called "Noble Causeway". Noble Causeway is a horse that was getting increasingly better as this year progressed. He had run the Derby length before, and had finished worse than second only once in his last 6 races. He was known to cruise the first turn, and come on stronger as the races progressed.

Noble Causeway was foaled in 2002 and bred in Kentucky by the Baums. He is a Nick Zito horse which seemed to bode well for me. Nick Zito is a famous trainer who has bred not one, but two derby winners. Noble Causeway is a chestnut colored colt who had beautiful muscle tone. So, I put an undisclosed amount of money across the board on this horse, and for all I know...he is still running.



My wife, really likes the colors of pink and green, and she picked Giacomo because the rider's silks were colored pink and green. Scientific, huh? I sniffed and snorted at her choice, but in the end, on a $2 across the board bet she raked in about $170. Next year I am going to go with my hunches again, but I am putting double that amount on my wife's color choice.



It didn't seem like rocket science to me, but my wife looked great in pink and green, why shouldn't a jockey do well that is wearing pink and green silks?



Well, I lost my butt at the Derby, but the drinks were great, and I got to wear my new shirt. I guess the weekend wasn't a total waste after all!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hi. I saw your reply on Oliver Willis' blog about the girl who was raped (and Janice Rogers Brown blamed her for it), and I can't reply over there (not getting my password fast enough), so I'm over here, sorry.

It looks like you have a very happy family, so this message doesn't matter much for you, but if a woman says no, it's no. Big time. Even if a guy thinks it's bunk, he better stop, 'cause she really could ruin his life. No's the magic word, and it has to be, because even if she had resisted, she probably couldn't have stopped him.

This is important to me, for whatever reason. No is no, every time, no matter what.

Feel free to delete this, but I don't want anyone to leave Oliver's board thinking there's any doubt about the word "no."

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