there are traps beyond traps beyond traps.
there are days when everything impossible happens.
the other day they ran in a 50 to one shot in the first race, a 100 to one in the second, and crapped off the day with an 18 to one in the last race.
when you are trying to scrape up pesos for the landlord and potato and egg money, this kind of day can very much make you feel like an imbecile.
but if you come back the next day they will give you six or seven reasonable winners at fair prices.
it's there but most of them don't go back.
It takes patience and it's hard work: you have to think.
It's a battlefield and you can become shell-shocked.
I saw a friend of mine out there the other day, glaze-eyed, punched-out.
