Now this could be fun, because I'm sure this board is full of the most epic, sickest, evilest bad bead stories there is.

What's your worst?

Mine is from 2012 and the Norwegian Derby Day of all things, and this race from the undercard was a wide open middle class handicap race on the turf with a full field going in. Now for God knows what reason I decided to play a tri and an exacta with one longshot over two outsiders, guess my opinion just wasn't very strong in the race and I was just killing time while trying to not lose too much money in the race. After all, it was the Derby day. "Pass" was no option.

Anyway, my opinion while not very strong - incidentally proved very, very accurate. The two horses I had used under "Lazy Lord", the name of the horse I had put on top, battled it out way in front while Lazy Lord was closing in on them, steadily, he was coming! One of the front horses had saved something though, and with a last, desperate surge he managed to put his head right next to Lazy Lord's when hitting the wire. Damn. It's so close that it could well be a dead heat, but my eyes are pretty well trained for judging these things and I thought I was beat with a nostril at max, that was my initial reaction. You can imagine the sensation I got when they to my surprise called up "Lazy Lord" as the winner, and the teenager apprentice jockey couldn't believe it himself. 1000/1! I got about 1000/1 on the trifecta, not to mention a very, very handsome exacta. It was my second largest win ever, by far.

But what happened?

Something that has left me paranoid for always and forever happened. To this day I always assume that a russian hacker or something like that will take away my winnings after a good day, and I am always pleasantly surprised when I actually get my money "safely home". I have watched every race in Scandinavia in the last 10 years, not to mention tens of thousands of races elsewhere, and I haven't seen this ever neither before or after again.

The payout took unusually long time, and I was getting worried. Was their an objection? What took so long? I looked at the track director that always interview the winners in the winning parade after the race, and he looked unusually concerned while mumbling something to another. This was the derby day after all - it should be smiles all around! The jockey looked appalled.

What the f*ck is going on???

Then they announced it. The winning rider on Lazy Lord had weighed in with 1,3 kg's underweight - and since the "cutoff" for disqualification was 1 kg (about 2 pounds) they had to reverse the finishing order. Lazy Lord wasn't disqualified, but placed 2nd.

Damn.. Wish I had boxed!!

Anyway, for this case I've always found great relief in the Kool-Aide. After all, those 300 grams actually WERE the probable difference between placing 1st and 2nd in that race. Only fair that they reversed it.

What's funny is that I found out just this year that my little brother, whom I usually share all my thoughts and bets with but that for some reason we didn't keep track of each other that particular year - casually told me that he had played it the different way around!! The eventual winner before the eventual runner up in a straight exacta.

He was wise to wait five years to tell me that....