I saw American Pharoah last Saturday at Santa Anita Race Track with my sister. He made an appearance between the seventh and eighth races. I don't usually fall in love with horses, but I'm a big fan of the Pharoah.
The first thing we did was bet on a race. I used the same technique I used the last time I was there, which was to look at the horses in the paddock and go with my gut. I lost two straight races and I was kicking myself over it. My gut was right, but my mind was off. The horses that won were horses I considered, but I changed my mind at the last second and bet on two long shots instead. Fool.
The seventh race came up. I looked at the racing form. The first horse that jumped out at me was Masochistic. I turned to my sister, "look, Masochistic."
"Oh, I'm betting on that one," she said, "for sure betting on him."
"Me too."
If ever there was a horse I should bet on it was Masochistic. I thought about my blog and began to write the story in my head. This was going to be great!
"Let's get another beer," my sister said.
While at the bar we meet a drunk guy named Rick. Rick had just won a race and he was anxious to share his knowledge with us. His knowledge didn't include Masochistic. We weren't going to listen to Rick. He was drunk after all.
But by the time we got to the paddock to look the horses over we'd forgotten all about Masochistic. The six horse, Wild Dude caught my attention. I bet on him to place. My sister bet on another horse. She said the horse looked her in the eye, and she had a good feeling about him. The beers had gone to our heads some. They were craft beers and real strong.
They ran the race and the five horse came in by three lengths. He looked good, a strong finisher. Wild Dude came in third. The bum.
"Who won?" My sister asked
I checked the tote board, "Masochistic."
Fools!
