By Thomas Chambers
I have a very good longtime friend who lives, if I did the right vector Victor, 182 miles straight north of my house.
She’s in the middle of town really, but has such a nice yard that a deer or two will visit once in awhile. Not to mention rabbits. But her two cats watch over.
A friend for years before that, we ended up both being big fans of horse racing. I’m not sure how that happened, or the genesis of it, and I might be responsible for it. But where I’m a crusty bread heel, she loves the knockabouts and the class both, finds and sticks to a favorite horse, and then shows me how So And So the colt seems to be running well. “What about this one? He looks good.” She’s got instinct. Reads the Past Performances.
That’s handicapping. It is.
Posted on May 3, 2020