LMAO

First of all, I think there was some talent in that La. Derby. Certainly as much as there was in the San Rafael.

Rick Flair won the Derby and almost the Triple Crown in 97 and 98 with respectively 70K and 17K purchases. In 96 he almost beat Tagg to the Non Bluegrass Gelded Derby winner. Only a whip lash to the nose and Grindstone not bearing out farther due to his gimpness saved the day for "Da Coach". Not sure another trainer would have ran Grindstone that day. He never ran again. Rick Flair also won 2/3's of the Triple in 01 and 02. Its a tough series to take. But I loved you're story...lol

I can tell you're somewhat concerned about Preachinatthebar. I would be too if I was a Baffert Basher. I think a change of surface is gonna suit him. If he's weak its in the dam-sire part of his pedigree.

As for the bubble blowing wife, I don't hold chewing gum idiosyncrasies against a woman. If shes got the gum, she might as well blow bubbles. Where I draw the line is the cheap ones that let the bubble pop on their cheeks and are tacky enough to dab at it with the wad from their mouth and then plop the whole shebang back in again. But I gotta admit, I find a little eroticism in it. The only ones that don't dig gold past 40 are those that never had a prospector to begin with.

I like the visual image of the silver haired Rick Flair leading his two silver haired gladiators into the colesium as the crowd roars. His seductively clad wife draped upon his shoulder, blowing sweet nothings into his ear and him confidently bellowing back. "I've got the perfecta baby...I've got the perfecta." and "please keep the bubble yum outta my ear".

CtC



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