Thanks for making me feel even worse!
Late Pick 4 I usually won\'t play unless I got a single. Went all in on the ROTW. He was up by so much so late that it took well over five minutes for me to explain to the wife we\'d gone down to defeat: she\'d already chalked it up as a W. Thought he was home free, was heading from the teevee to the puter to get the will-pays. Wouldn\'t have paid all that much, but still, getting back half a yard or so would have gotten me out (with a Jackson or two left over for Chinese food and a third, supplementary sixer of something decent).
Apologies for the drunken venting.
Goldy Espony looking for all the world like a lone f on a seemingly speed-favoring course, 9/2, w/the faster ones marooned outside, all figuring to lose ground. $80 worth of gimmicks gets me a handful of stewgots, the Lerman getting up for 3rd would have made it a whole different story. Not a f\'ing dime on her nose. Even $40 win at least puts a sizeable dent into the day\'s deficit.
Have I apologized for the drunken venting yet?
Am I the only one who didn\'t see the 9 coming in the last? A second chance to get out blown up, can\'t complain though, didn\'t like the thing a bit. Always prefer getting beat by something I didn\'t like...
Crap. And to top it off I got a five a.m. wakeup call looming. No Sunday morning is complete without my getting up at the butt-crack of dawn to hit seven or eight pro-v\'s into the woods. At least I get \'em for free, and I promised to take the kids to the beach tomorrow. Just gotta make sure I get home too late to bet and too late to drink....
