Here is my horse racing story. Back in Philly, I frequented a bar a couple times a week starting on my days off, Thursday and Friday back when I worked before blackjack. This was not a gay bar, but a corner type sports bar. Some of the Philly sports players used to stop in on a Friday after a game. I developed a friendship with a core group of regulars that were all 15-20 years older than me.
So in 2004, there was a horse, Smarty Jones based from Phila Park, the Philly race track in the Kentucky derby. First Philly based horse, but there have since been others. So a group of 5 of us bar regulars and the owner went up to Philly Park Race track on derby day for a day of live racing and watching the derby on the screen. The track was packed. So one of the guys had this brilliant idea that we all throw, I forget what it was $100 or $120 into the pot and bet as many trifectas combinations as we could. With Derby fields at 16, 17 horses, there were often longshots involved and high trifecta prices.
So the rule was that everyone picked 6 horse they wanted in the mix and everyone picked one horse they did not want (a veto horse) and we would see how many combinations we could get. I forget how it worked but the veto horses were still in the mix, as long as someone else had picked him, but there would be far fewer combinations with him involved. Of course everyone had the local horse Smarty Jones as one of their picks. But Smarty Jones was my "veto horse". I had some reasons for this, it wasn't just to be contrary. No Pa horse had ever won the derby. No horse had won the derby after winning the prep races he had won like the Arkansas Derby instead of the normal prep races. The trainer went with the local jockey, Steward Elliot, instead of switching to one of the top national "big race" jockeys.
So needless to say, as we watched the derby on the screen, when the horses rounded the turn and Smarty Jones surged to the lead around the final turn and won going away, I was not very popular. We did not hit the trifecta. And every Friday night until I moved away my buddies never let me forget it. But it was good fun.
I miss those days and those guys.