Monday, November 10, 2008
Daddy was a gamblin' man
Watching this clip, I feel kinda like a community-college student who's studying to be in broadcast news.
(I don't have a prayer.)
For me, the track in the 1970s was the thing to do. I first went to Hazel Park with my father when I was just 5. 1974. It was nighttime, and the "buggies" were racing. My father gave me two bucks and let me pick a horse. Which I did. I was no child prodigy, but I did have beginner's luck and I hit paydirt. I'm not sure how much I won, but it allowed me to keep betting. (Of course, since I was only 5, my father would place the bets for me.)
Time after time, race after race, I kept winning. ...
¶ 10:15 PM
(I don't have a prayer.)
For me, the track in the 1970s was the thing to do. I first went to Hazel Park with my father when I was just 5. 1974. It was nighttime, and the "buggies" were racing. My father gave me two bucks and let me pick a horse. Which I did. I was no child prodigy, but I did have beginner's luck and I hit paydirt. I'm not sure how much I won, but it allowed me to keep betting. (Of course, since I was only 5, my father would place the bets for me.)
Time after time, race after race, I kept winning. ...
¶ 10:15 PM
