Turns out, when the powers that be are deciding the odds on a specific horse, they have a pretty good idea of what they're talking about. So my plan of betting on the 20-1 long-shot pony, upsetting the system, and then basking in my winnings for the rest of the night didn't play out like I'd thought it would. Thinking my first lost was a fluke, I used the same logic for about 6 more races. The first time was not a fluke.
Other weekend events consisted of hanging out with long lost buddies, visiting a hospital, reaffirming all-you-can-eat-buffets are not the wisest choice, watching football, and fighting a continuous battle with BluDog about getting on the couch.
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