One day at Monmouth, I was upstairs watching them come through the tunnel. The jock on #5
tugged his right ear lobe and some guy below me ran toward the windows. I bet the horse.
He won.

Another time at Naragansett, some swell in a caddy whispered in the ear of the old geezer
parking guy. The old guy ran for the windows. I followed him and bet the horse.
He won.

I always look for geezer parking guys running and jocks tugging their ear lobes, but for insurance I use thorograph.



sentry