Benny the Waiter. Beautiful horse. Only horse I could talk about betting on since I found out about the tickets. I loved the name. I knew he was going to win.
It was the first race of the meet. We were in our box seats. The boys were trying to figure out the wagering machine so I could bet on my favorite of the day. Boys don't figure it out in time. I don't get to bet on Benny the Waiter.
He was one of the long shots. Did he take his lead out of the gates? yes. Did he maintain his lead throughout the race? yes. Did he win? Yes. Would I have won big? yes.
Why don't boys ask for directions...
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