Of course I love the ponies. What red blooded, cigar chomping, rye whiskey drinking American doesn't? Since I'm in the process of moving however, I've not been to many meets lately.
But it's not all torn ticket stubs and stale cigarette butts. Right down the road is this place.
http://www.yavapaidownsatpv.com/ Feenix is an hour or so away, and the local Squaw Hoppers have a couple of casinos in Prescott.
I'll start thumbing around in the
Racing Forum in February and follow the likely horses through the end of the season and the summer. Then in October I'll start wearing a trench coat and a three day stubble while I hang out in the viewing paddock before each race, thus negating 8 months of handicapping work.
I swear. 2 minutes before a race is all anybody needs to figure out which horses are in the best condition. It's maddening. Once you figure out who the good jockeys are, figuring out the winner of each race is as easy as calculating Pi.
Oh yeah. I loves me the ponies.
