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Originally Posted by 098poi
Reminds me of this joke which I think I've posted before.
A man goes to the track and has a system to bet $5 on the favorite and if he wins he puts it all on the next one still betting the favorite. If he loses one he stops and comes home.
One day he wins 8 in a row and has over $10,000. The last race the fav is even money. His horse is leading the whole way and gets tagged at the wire for second.
He goes home and his wife says, "How did it go today honey?" He replies, "Ahh I lost five dollars".
(Actually this is more like Inner Dirts story)
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This is a slight variation of a story Harvey Pack used to tell at Saratoga every year from the time I first went to the track until NYRA pushed him out. Somehow even though you knew it was coming, Harvey still kept you mesmerized. Or, as a simile, it would be like never tiring of Bruce Springsteen playing Born to Run in concert.
Another story was this one:
Harry Truman died the day after Christmas, 1972. Services were scheduled a few days later. Right after the service the track announcer told the crowd, "Let us have a moment of silence for President Harry Truman, who was buried today." The track goes dead silent until one patron yells out, "The hell with Harry Truman. I'm getting buried right here."
