At that point in time I had absolutely no idea that roughly a week later (and indeed, before I actually WROTE my Pygmalion post - even for the first time) Steve would turn to me and say something along the lines of "hey, you know what would be fun for my birthday? Going to Canterbury and seeing the horses." I had to agree with him, that would be fun for his birthday. And thus, last Sunday, we spent the day at the races.
We are not what you'd call "educated betters." We tend to bet on the horse we feel has the coolest name. We were once at Canterbury for the day and were totally psyched to bet on a horse named "Freckles O'Brian" only to lose him to a late scratch. My favorite on Sunday was a horse named "Case in Point." How do you not bet on a horse named Case in Point? I mean, come on. (He won us some money too, so that was pretty cool.) Steve's parents, who joined us for the day, were a bit more scientific with their bets. Tracking jockeys and following the odds and all kinds of stuff that's way less fun than picking the best name. Of course, Steve's mom won in something like 6 of 8 races and his dad hit a trifecta in one race so theirs was probably a better plan.
Come to think of it, that kind of makes me feel like:
Get it? That's a little horse humor for you there. You have to admit though, as far as horses asses go, this one is awfully pretty.