No messing around this time. I picked this race’s horse
based on probability and solid data. June’s rent money
isn’t in real jeopardy. July’s. Okay, I deserved a portion
of previous criticism, for backing “feelings,” tossing thousands
I didn’t have to spare at horses chosen by hunches.
But this time’s different. For one—I’m not drinking,
today. And B—this horse, which I looked at up close,
over in the paddock barn, it simply can’t miss.
It’s undervalued, thirty to one. Everybody will forgive me
in five minutes once this race runs. They’ll see
that money pooch my pockets out. The jockey
is riding a five-race win streak. So there’s science
driving this betting decision. If I don’t back him
surely someone else will. They’ll go home as a hero
flush with cash and thought of as a smart cookie
or plain lucky. Why not me? This pick is fool-proof.
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