I could have been a doctor or lawyer!
I must admit, when I attended the University of Arkansas I was famous for befriending those who were from Hot Spring as the chance to get a couch to crash on during racing season was a hot ticket rather than getting a room in a flea ridden hotel! I think it all started when I just turned 16 and we would sneak over to West Memphis to bet the dogs on a limited budget that we got from our parents. When I was in college I learned from some great degenerate gamblers and one of the greatest was the late George Paul as he was truly one of the greatest guys ever to crap between a pair of loafers! George Paul taught me the finer points of horse racing and that you don’t have to bet big on a horse to win money and that those dirty people that you see on the rail that you ‘think’ have the minum bet on a horse because of a name probably make more money than you do in a year.
Anyway we headed out on Friday and caught some afternoon races and crashed at our good friends lake house Randy and Arlene from Duncan MS, and we had a blast with them Friday night. Saturday morning was spent drinking bloody Mary’s, marking the racing programs and formulating our strategies. For the most part I was holding my own and only lost a couple of races when the Glue Factory longshot would come in first while poor Momma Trumpet was down for the day. The final race however was a good one as not only did Momma win, but so did Daddy and even AJ!
Oh and as luck would have it, some friends of ours from Memphis came over on Saturday morning and were horse racing virgins, then the lucky SOB hit the Trifecta in the big race and won 500.00 so drinks were on Will that evening.