I didn’t bet Curlin to win yesterday’s Preakness Stakes. Because I was broke. I mentioned to a few friends at the Bar, while they labored over their own selections, that I thought Curlin would win. No one bet him, for understandable reasons. His odds were short. So there was no money in it, so to speak.
Curlin payed 3 to 1 — or $40 for every $10 bet. That’s actually plenty good for me. But like I said I was broke. So I couldn’t bet.
But I pegged him for the winner and he won — and so did I. Even though I didn’t win a dime. Because Curlin’s brilliant performance — and my success in predicting him — reminded me why I love a good horse race.
It’s good for my self esteem just to be right; that alone put me in a better mood.
If you haven’t noticed I like a good excuse to feel self-congratulatory.
But it was more than that. The race made my day because it was a cheap thrill ride to watch. Dig:
As always very cool to see you over the weekend…it get’s kinda crazy when I got my posse with me…Giacomo, Smarty Jones, Curlin….when will we learn…also always remember, if I am around you are never broke! This cake shit is no fun unless you can share it….see ya….
Looks cool to me… Hey thanks for popping by… Hope your week is great!
Congrats! Nice name, “Curlin”…