Okay Boscar's picture of David Monaci sets up a story.

Background: Monaci was a mortgage broker/thoroughbred owner. I think Alan
Seewald was his primary trainer. Monaci took out his trainer's license and had
some success and saddled over 2000 runners. Monaci's run came to an end when he
tried to subvert the policies and procedures of the state "spit" barn at
Philadelphia Park f/k/a Keystone n/k/a Parx.

Monaci's most blatant act of subversion was that he recruited a third party to
approach a spit barn employee and ask said employee to either intentionally
contaminate or make disappear a sample which had been drawn from one of
Monaci's runners. (The state employee was the girlfriend of another licensed
trainer; said trainer also drew a lengthy suspension over this incident).

Monaci's second act of subversion involved him drawing a split sample to be
sent to an independent lab, a sample which apparently was never drawn or
received. Monaci, representing himself, claimed that the state somehow was
responsible for the "split" never being received or analyzed.

In my mind I only see Big Dave under a full head of steam tackling the poor
woman who was carrying the tainted sample, the vial flying up in the air...

Thats the BIG Big Dave story. A smaller story which had a us all chuckling on
the backstretch at Hialeah is the story Boscar's picture sets up. Its 1983/1984
and Monaci gets picked up in a prostitution sting, Dade or maybe Broward.
Standing before the judge and again representing himself, the judge asks Monaci
what he has to say in his defense. Monaci looked up at the judge and said
"Judge, look at me. You think it is easy for me to get a date??