Sometimes I Wonder If I'm the Puppet on the String
I had an interesting little episode of numbers roulette yesterday at the track. I had bet an early pick-3 at Philly Park with the #2 horse leading off. He won at 5-1, and I was in good shape going forward until I looked at my ticket and saw that I didn't have #2, but rather #3, who was the longest horse on the board and had no shot. I had obviously mis-punched the ticket on the self-service machine. Of course the pick-3 came in, but it wasn't too disastrous, only costing me about $80. So as the day progressed and I took my usual dose of tough beats and horrible trips, I came to a race late in the day at Ellis where I decided to bet another #2 horse. I went and bet about $20 in win and exacta tickets on the self-service machines. This time, however, I checked them, and they were all #3, just like earlier in the day. I have no explanation for why that occurred twice, but this time I had the time to go to a live tote and exchanged all the tickets for #2. Need I tell you the rest? The #3 won the race at 10-1, and the #2 didn't run a step. That one cost me about $100, but even though I didn't deserve it in one sense, I felt "owed" from the previous bad break. Not to be, of course. One of my buddies said someone is trying to send you a message. Maybe so, but if that's the case, I wish I knew what the hell the message was. Any cosmic interpretations or insights are greatly appreciated.
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Keep firing!
JP