I spent last evening at the Windsor racecourse for the American Independence night. I had carefully planned and got racing tips from two experts I know earlier in the day. Each gave reasons for his pick, and I felt confident of making a little dough for the 4th of July.
We ate hot dogs (not American, alas, but German), had a little beer then got down to betting. One race had a horse called Living Large that reminded me of my friend Brenda in Mississippi because it's an expression she uses sometimes. My husband said it too -- that the name reminded him of her -- but we laughed and wouldn't bet on that because that's an emotional response and we had scientific evidence (good jockey, ground conditions right for horse, etc.) that meant our picks would be 'dead certs' (Brit expression for sure winners.)
But guess who won that race? Living Large, of course. So much for our science. Race after race went this way until I ran out of cash to use for bets. We decided to just watch the last race and looked at the form to see who my expert pals had picked to win.
"That horse will never win," we said to each other. "None of their other picks have won."
Guess which horse won? Oh yeah, the one the experts picked that we didn't bet on.
Here I am with my American pals when I still had money. I didn't have such a big smile on my face after the races had been run, and all my money was gone. I might as well had entered the racecourse, thrown the money into the sky then left. (But I wouldn't have had any fun losing it then I guess.)