As part of Daddy Weekend Care, I took Ray to Emerald Downs today, as per his request.
I’ll begin by stating that, in my opinion, come Monday morning the to-do list of the nearest glue factory (the “to-glue list”?) should read: Clever Ridge, On the Ave, and Follow Your Shot. Those horses are apparently well past their prime and need to “retire.” And for the $14 I wasted betting on them, I deserve at least a free pint of mucilage.
Apart from souring my relationship with Lady Luck, I enjoyed my time today with the boy, and I think he had fun, too.
It was a lovely day, if a bit too warm, and Mt. Rainer loomed on the horizon.
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Ray made friends with Ed, the Family-Friendly Emerald Downs Mascot. It’s never too early to introduce the young ones to gambling!
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My favorite part of the whole track experience is the bugler. I have to wonder, though, how sick and tired does this guy get of the 33-note “Call to the Post”? And how often does he screw it up? Not this time (following a nice intro).
