A Day at the Races.........

Your Doom.

Spectacle.

Box.

Going to the races is like going to prom for the first time, the girls are over dressed, you always lose too much money, and it's never as good as you thought it was going to be. First of all, I have this weird suspicion that I missed the sign that said, "Attention, middle aged men and women with leather tan skin, please feel free to act as intoxicated and inappropriate as possible." This seemed to be the theme of the day. These people's plastic surgeon had to be either blind, or in fact not a surgeon at all, but a plastic toy manufacturer. Although this may sound crass or over the top, I cannot help, but comment on certain social situations, such as a day at the Del Mar Racetrack. The only way to do this type of deal is from a sky box. Luckily I was separated from the people traveling from East County, who came to sit on a 100 degree paddock and talk about how much horsepower their tractor motor has, while they obnoxiously bash all of the people who are actually there placing bets. Yes, thats right folks, only at the Del Mar Racetrack. But, even with all of the distractions around, when those horses come out of that gate, part of you gets into it, wether you want to admit it or not. I happened to win one trifecta, and the rush of winning has to compare to getting pulled over by a CHP officer or ........ getting caught cheating on a math test, I would say it's somewhere in that ballpark. If you haven't gone to the races this year, don't let the cheery folk from east of Barona Casino scare you away. Go enjoy a day at the track, I guarantee you will at least get a funny story out of it. Don't get sucked into the statistics of these horses/jockeys, you will bet all of your rent money and lose on a horse named "Trail Mix".

Stay with the Boxed-Trifecta Gents.

J.E. Albert