Oh it's ludicrous, alright. I whined about this earlier, cannot believe it. On top of it all, as a fully lapsed Catholic, I feel guilty, too: my people did this to us all. And yes, you could buy lottery in NY today. Got caught behind several scratchers when I went out to get half and half for tomorrow. Nothing beats standing in line at Stewart's behind someone who's having a ten minute long existential crisis over which $20 ticket to lose on next. That's livin' right there, my friends.

Then again, they probably did me a favor.

Keeneland once again kicked my fat rear end yesterday. Oh when will I ever learn? Never, apparently.

I hardly ever post here, but yesterday, I was a few breaths away from hitting send or post of whatever you hit to post that Hogy and some horse, the 11, I've pretty much stricken his name from my memory, but I'm almost certain his name ended in the letters "il", were a mortal lock to run 1-2 in the Shakertown. But why jinx it, I thought. The horse with "il" at the end of his name ran DFL. The other one clunked up for a non-threatening fourth.

That was about as well as I did all day. I did single on Judy The Beauty in some pick fours and pick fives, so I had that going for me. In some of those I even had the Blue Grass winner also. Unfortunately they don't pay for two outta five.

Actually, the more I think about how awful I was yesterday, the less guilty I feel about my forefathers. Maybe they knew what they were doing; they knew nobody could beat Keeneland and figured might as well find an excuse to give the boys a couple of days off for their own good.....