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Any good stories from the racetrack? (1 Viewer)

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I never went to a Kentucky Derby with Joe Pesci, but I have a couple of fun stories.

One time, I was in this suite and my pony was coming down the stretch in the lead. I stood up hastily and spilled chili all over my khaki trousers. I had to wear it like a badge of honor the rest of the day. What choice did I have???

Another time, I ripped up a winning $54 quinella ticket by mistake. :doh:

Whatcha got?

 
- Buddy nailed a girl at the Preakness Infield in a Port-A-Potty

- Earliest memory of the track... My uncle had a gambling problem. He took my older brother (13), cousin (12), & me (9) to the Freehold Raceway (we were supposed to go to a movie). After a few races he hits some crazy #### and promised us that we each get to spend $300 at the toy store when we leave. The 3 of us were like pigs in ####, "let's go let's go!!!!!" We are all yelling. He sticks around for two more races, we each got $50 in the toy store :kicksrock: It was still cool, but I already had $300 planted in the brain. He must have taken a serious beating on those two final races.

 
My Grandma would routinely take me to the track when I was 6-9 years old. Northern New Jersey area(Fort Lee), circa 1976 or so.

We would start off at her house baking blueberry muffins(corn muffins with blueberries in them). Then, after she had a few glasses of Jack Daniels, she would freeze in the middle of the kitchen and make me go get an empty coffee can. After she went to the bathroom, we would walk down to the bus stop and take the bus to the track.

I remember her ripping a lot of paper....

 
My wife arranged a trip to the track for my birthday yesterday, the first time for my 9 and 6 yr old girls.

Thye both want their birthday party at the track this year. I am sure the other moms would love that. I would be a hero with the dads...

 
I used to go to the track with a bunch of bent-nose, half-a-wiseguys. They were semi-connected but they all thought they were John Gotti. Anyway, they'd bet ridiculous sums of money on each race and when they hit it big, they had a bunch of old-timers on the payroll. The old fellas hung around just to make a few bucks cashing big winning tickets so these guys wouldn't have to fill out tax forms.

These same guys asked me if I'd be willing to be a getaway driver for "this thing" they had going the following week.

:mellow:

They weren't exactly Ocean's Eleven.

 
October 13 (Friday), 1972.

my grandfather loved going to the local track, especially when the Fair Circuit would come around. the usual bunch of nags and jockeys looking to catch a break or finish their career. anyway, my brother was born that morning and parents named him Kent. grandfather calls the hospital to get the good news, and then heads off to the races.

he gets to the track, picks up the DRF, and lo and behold in the 5th there's a horse named Duke of Kent. well, he marches proudly to the window and puts $50 down for the Win ticket. 5th race rolls around, and away they go. Duke of Kent rounds the first turn, stumbles, falls, and breaks his leg. they put him down on the track, and haul him away.

on a brighter note: a couple of years ago i went to Golden Gate Fields for Dollar Day (Sundays with $1 parking, admission, hot dogs, beers, etc.) during football season. went to the lounge/bar to catch up on some fantasy stats, and lost track of time. can't remember what race it was, later in the day though, and heard "Two minutes to post" over the PA system. i ran to the nearest machine, and without even looking at the odds or anything else, punched some buttons for a $1 Trifectca. on the way to watch the race, i stopped at the $1 hot dog vendor, grabbed a dog and put it in my jacket pocket. race finishes and i look at my ticket: $300 winner. bet three more races and hit 2/3 for another $50 bucks, with the hot dog in my pocket the whole time. figured it was lucky. ate it in the car on the way home. it was delicious.

 
Went to Suffolk Downs for the first time when I was 12 with my buddy Francis and his "Uncle Junior" who had to be in his late 60's / early 70's. Apparently Uncle Jr. didn't want to pay the admission so we all hopped a 10ft fence to get in. I'm sure it wasn't the first time Uncle Jr hopped the fence as he was quite spry. For some reason the tellers allowed us to place a bet and Francis and I hit a $25 exacta and ate pizza and hot dogs the rest of the day.

 
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Other than some big wins/ tough losses I'm not sure I have too many exciting stories. Let me wrack my memory banks though

 
So many good ones. Here's one of the all-timers:

Me and my 2 buddies were derelicts back in the day. We would go to the OTB at the fairgrounds 2-3 days a week and then go live to Santa Anita a few times a week when they were running there. So we like this horse called Icy Freeze running at the beginning of the Hollywood Park meet. I think he was 7-1, and we each had $100 to win and place on him. Ridden by Martin Pedroza. Turning for home, the horse is LOADED. Pedroza checks twice on the inside, pulls him around to only get stopped again, and loses by a nose. We were so freakin' pissed. So Icy Freeze races again 2 weeks later. Gets bet down to 5/2, but we thought he was 5 lengths the best so I think we stepped it up to $150 win and place. Pedroza again riding. It was almost like instant replay. Check, check, stop, swing out = comes in 3rd missing the whole thing by 1/2 a length.

We were screaming at the TV like like losing derelicts often do. 3 weeks later we see that Icy Freeze is running again. The trainer wasn't blind and switched from Pedroza to Eddie Dellahousaye, and Eddie D was our favorite with a closer. This time, we were so sure of victory with a competent rider on him that we all drove out to Hollywood Park to see it live. We calmly put $200 to win on him and walked out by the rail as they were starting the post parade. My friend has more than a few beers in him, and as the horses were walking in the post parade he shouts "Hey Mar-teen, you fuuked Icy Freeze twice, now Eddie D is gonna fuuk you!". I mean screams it.

Pedroza, who was on another horse, calmly looks over and says "I fuuked your Grandma". All of the jockeys, including Laffit Pincay, Chris McCarron, etc were cracking up, as were everyone within earshot at the track. It was classic.

Oh yeah - Icy Freeze ran 2nd again.

 
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Another good one was when a bunch of us young early twenty somethings went to Vegas for Derby weekend on Friday. By Saturday morning, one of my other friends was totally tapped. So he just drank beers in the sports book and watched the Derby, only realizing that when they crossed the finish line that he had blown the $100 his Dad gave him to bet on Ferdinand, who won at 17-1. The guy booked his own Dad. Ouch.

 
The same trio in the Icy Freeze saga also was all over Sunday Silence in the Kentucky Derby when Easy Goer was the big horse from NY and the favorite. We were at the Las Vegas Hilton Superbook with $150 to win on Sunday Silence, and a $50 one way exacta to Easy Goer. When it came in that way we were screaming for 10 minutes. That was a lot of money for us back then and a pretty big score.

Nothing like the friend who walked up on Kentucky Derby day and bet $1,000 to win on Charismatic to win the Derby. Nothing to place, nothing to show, no exactas.

Won. 31-1.

 
Ran into Virgil/Vincent of the WWE several years back at the Meadows. He seemed to be betting everything. He also wouldn't sign my race program because he didn't think it would be appropriate for his brand or something.

 
I bet my wife's birthday as an exacta. Hit the long shot and turned to celebrate with her...and she informed me that we lost. I still cashed the ticket. Oops.

 
Got Ernie Harwell's sig while on the apron of a harness track back in the 80's. :thumbup:

My uncle with a wooden leg found an $800 winning ticket back in the 70's after the winner was DQed and some fool threw away his $100 ticket on the 7-1 shot that ran 2nd. :thumbup:

 
Breeders Cup '04 (Lone Star Park)

6 of us were out there. None of us great handicappers, but a few of us had some experience (all but one at the Santa Anita BC the year before).

Anyway, the guy that with the least amount of experience gets there a little late, and also doesn't realize that the Breeders Cup schedule for the day and the LSP schedule aren't the same thing. It was one race off, as there was one race before the BC races started.

He puts together a tri box with the 4 favorites, only he was betting on the wrong race and unwittingly put 4 longer odds horses in his box. He cashed in a $3000 trifecta win from betting on the wrong race.

Nothing more fun than a race day where somebody wins big early. Obviously, booze and food were on him all day (provided we loaded him up with as many losing tickets of our own and off the ground that we could find).

 
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