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clocker math
I once took a car trip down to Atlantic City Racetrack with a clocker, who was a mutual friend of those who invited me to ride with them. If the conversation in the car was a song, it would have been Don Henley's The End of the Innocence. Getting to the clocker math, the clocker bragged about seeing an unraced 2 yo colt go 47 2/5 from the gate around the break of dawn one morning. The workout was reported as 49 flat, which is 47 plus 2. Since he had to get up at 4:30 in the morning just about every day of his life, he felt entitled to do his job "as he saw fit". Now this was over 35 years ago, I hope but am not convinced that mentality has disappeared.
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