Boner_18
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Tomorrow is supposed to be 60 here in NYC and that has me thinking of one thing. Gambling. All winter long I have awaited this day where warm weather coincides perfectly with my work and weekend schedule so that I can fill up my playmate cooler with Bud tall boys, strap a pair if binoculars to my belt, and hop an A train to Aqueduct. This place is outside, byob, accessible via public transportation (so you can get smashed) AND you can gambol on world class race horses all day.
Trying to get my contemporaries to go here is damn near impossible and it makes me sick. My GF relents and attends Belmont with me in the Spring and Fall, and even delights at the prospect of attending the summer meet at Saratoga. But my male friends and acquaintances have zero, or even negative interest in taking part in a marvelous celebration of spring. What is most odd is that these guys gamble. Super Bowl squares, NCAA brackets, occasional NFL or mlb game. I don't know what it is, and maybe it is something wrong with ME. If that's the case give me 1-2 in the daily double and lets hit the guaranteed late pick 4 hard keying Pletcher's horse in the G3 Stakes.
Trying to get my contemporaries to go here is damn near impossible and it makes me sick. My GF relents and attends Belmont with me in the Spring and Fall, and even delights at the prospect of attending the summer meet at Saratoga. But my male friends and acquaintances have zero, or even negative interest in taking part in a marvelous celebration of spring. What is most odd is that these guys gamble. Super Bowl squares, NCAA brackets, occasional NFL or mlb game. I don't know what it is, and maybe it is something wrong with ME. If that's the case give me 1-2 in the daily double and lets hit the guaranteed late pick 4 hard keying Pletcher's horse in the G3 Stakes.