Taking Union Rags to win at 2-1 or greater, and an boxes with Dullahan and Street Life.
Keying Union Rags first and second, in trifectas and superfectas, with the above, adding Paynter and Atigun to the mix.
Despite the circumstances, have a great Belmont day, one and all.
Running Totals: (1093) 336-211-165 Total Dollar Return: $2,306.00 [win selections only]
09 Jun 2012 at 07:37 am | #
9-Paynter is screaming at me, “bet me, bet me, I’m fresh, I’m fast, and I can run all day long and wire this field at a bit of a price, if you don’t, you’ll be sorry!”
Then, 3-Union Rags chimes in and says, “are you really that fickle; don’t I deserve another chance, certainly you could not have been that wrong about me, could you. Aren’t you always preaching about forgiveness in this game?”
As if that wasnt enough to think about, 5-Dullahan puts his 2 cents in, and says, “didn’t you see the way I closed in the Kentucky Derby, and I’ve had a month to rest, you know I’ll be coming to call, how could you consider anybody else?”
Who says horses don’t talk. Somestimes I wish they’d shut up.
Beware of Baffert; booyahhh!
TTT
09 Jun 2012 at 07:41 am | #
Almost forgot, one of my prospective plays today is in the 4th: 3-Lure of the South (50-1 Morning Line). Take a look.
TTT
09 Jun 2012 at 12:34 pm | #
TTT, STOP THE DRIVEL
DON’T BE THICK AS A BRICK
PAYNTER- Has the best beyer and sheet number, hopefully he doesn’t regress off that. He has the best trainer for the classics in Baffert. He has tactical speed and breeding for the distance. It’s a homecoming for jockey Mike Smith. Baffert has lost the Triple Crown here 3 times with Silver Charm, Real Quiet and War Emblem. Today he was supposed to be the spoiler. No spoiler needed now, just a payback win for Bode. If he doesn’t win, I hope Union Rags wins for Preach.
The Poet and the PAYNTER casting shadows on the water—
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other—
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary’s creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling—
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses standing—their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
10 Jun 2012 at 05:02 am | #
You crushed it, John!
12 Jun 2012 at 06:26 pm | #
Thanks H, nice way to end the series.