We're Off to the Races....


Literally – as part of my son’s 18th birthday celebrations, he has asked to be taken to the horse races and being the obliging parents that we are, we’ve agreed to indulge his whim.  
Horse racing runs in my family.  I had an uncle that was a jockey, another that was a trainer and a third that was a world class farrier and many more family members that are well versed at shoveling (bull)shit.  
Technically, The Boy is now legal age to place bets and with that he firmly believes that the “ponies” are a sure fire way to win him some money.  *insert eye roll here*   Don’t worry, we have also supplied him with the parental lecture about responsible gambling (if there is such a thing).  He's actually been studying up on how to read the program, stats and placing bets.  I'm shocked since studying is not something he has ever willingly participated in.
It doesn’t matter if we win or lose, we are guaranteed to have a fun.

Comments

Brian Miller said…
nice. hope you have fun. we used to go to the ones in FL every once in a while and make side bets with each other...
July 17, 2010 at 1:41 PM
Sarah said…
Sounds fun! Happy Birthday to your son! We don't have any horse racing around here, just dog racing. We have casinos but not in our city because they won't allow them in our state. About a 20 minute drive to the East and you are in a different state and can gamble all your money away. I like to do it every once in a while but we limit the amount we will spend on it. :)
July 17, 2010 at 2:01 PM
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