When I live in Chitown during the 90s and went to my first horse race at ARL (baseball players strike), I watched a guy stand in the ring every race and did nothing more than look at the hoofs (hooves?). Mark his program, make his bets. My wife and I referred to him as "the weapon" to support any horse we liked. He was really good. If he's reading this, sorry to look over your shoulder during those early days...LFM