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. 

Rave
on  August 25, 2008  at  8:13 AM

Elementary, my dear Watson: time to power-up ... as in ... stronger reading glasses!
JeremyPlonk
on  August 25, 2008  at  6:09 PM

Clearly a case of the summertime blues ... and Coppertone-slippery fingers! And who said there wasn't a good case for winter racing?
Keep firing!
JP

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