September 11, 2010. Big night in O.P., celebrating our friend Andy's 30th birthday party at the Orange Park Kennel Club for a night of prime rib, crab legs, and some classic dog racing. For this special occasion we dined and bet from the upscale Clubhouse with beautful views overlooking the track where it all happens. After settling in to our spot, we started scouting dogs using the evening racepages, formulating our bets for the upcoming race. Race by race we checked the odds, stats, history, sire, dame, and kennel. Meghan and I spent a good 12 seconds coming up with a game plan. We took a breather in Race 1 to get a feel for the dogs, speed of the track, and to save the two bucks. As we reviewed the breakdown in Race 2 it was a no-brainer....with 3-1 odds and a name like Mr. Duncan, it was a lock. The bookie came by and we placed our bet, "quintela on 1". We were so happy knowing we had a sure winner in Mr. Duncan.
Yeah well that didn't happen. Mr. Duncan blew it, coming in dead last! Mr. Duncan was the slowest dog on the track and he broke more than our bank. He broke our hearts. MW was very disappointed and wanted to take it out on me. Check out the fork coming at my temple. You killed me Mr. Duncan, you killed me.
If anyone is looking to adopt a greyhound, I know one that is surely available. He may not be a racer, but will play well with kids because he is slower than Christmas. Have a heart.
2 comments:
Hilarious. Best post yet. "[B]roke our hearts."
Poor Mr. Duncan. I would adopt him, if I didn't already have one at home :)
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