Silver, you got me involved in the GP portion of Frankstro\'s not exactly prime
time event. I like the late Pick 3, where I might single the short priced
Gilchrist turfer in the F/M Turf and then spread like salmonella laced peanut
butter in races 9 (F/M Sprint) and 10 (Frankstro Sunshine Millions Classic).
The big challenge will be to see if my home computer will be able to spit out
the TGs. My computer is on its last legs and I suspect sabotage on the part of
my spouse, who never fully embraced my explanation that my interest in the
\"Women Seeking Men\" section of Craigslist was purely scientific. I am at risk
of losing yet another draft of the great unpublished American novel, which
finally links Roswell, the JFK assassination and the Drexel frat boy Pick 6
score.
Also of interest: The feature in N\'awlins, a big field of distaff turfers, most
of whom faced each other in the Furl Sail a few weeks back.
Marketing Genius: NYCOTB is bringing Jessica Pacheco, the loopy lass who does
FG paddock patter, to New York City for Sunday appearances at 2 Manhattan
teletheaters. Almost every alta kokker at the Amboy Road OTB here on Staten
Island is totally besotted with this young woman, with comments ranging from
\"She\'s adorable... she reminds me of one of my granddaughters...\" to, ah, well
something I best not repeat.
Watching Jessica\'s post race paddock interviews with the winning connections is
hillarious; very rarely is the winning owner/trainer/jockey able to squeeze a
word in edgewise with the enthusiastic, fast talking Ms. Pacheco, who may have
been vaccinated with a phonograph needle at birth.
