Pimlico Race Track in Baltimore was my maternal Grandmother's haunt until she was into her 90's. She had people follow her to the betting window, trying to eavesdrop of her conversation with the clerk - what were her picks? She probably won enough to have to declare it on her tax returns. Today was the 2008 opening of Pimlico, and so I met up with my sister and my mom and headed for the races. Could I channel my grandmother? Did I have the gift or intuition to pick winning horses? So we passed through the gates, grabbed a program and headed for the stands. I studied the racing forms that told you a bit about each horse, the odds that the experts gave it of winning. The idea is to study information from the form then check the horses out in the paddock. This just took way t...
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