It wasn’t this 7 horse, but one much like it that has kept me wearing my old shoes for now.
I went out to Pinnacle Race Course in New Boston yesterday, as a sort of mental health day. It’s the oddest place - not really finished at all, but you know, there’s a bar and betting and horses and jockeys and it’s all in good fun.
Only one building is built so far (plus the stables) - there are no grandstands or any kind of seating for the crowd. It’s really weird. There are tents and wooden catering tables and folding chairs scattered here and there. The bar inside (where the OTB facilities are) is quite nice, although the bartenders (all girls, and I do mean GIRLs) are a bit green.
That said, I had a blast, it was just the outing I needed. And fun to be able to rub shoulders with the jockeys and trainers. Since there is literally nothing built out yet, there is very little to shield them from the public.
Came out on the losing side for the day, mostly due to that damn 7 horse coming in out of the blue. Longshots - great when you’ve got ‘em, dastardly when you don’t.
