A day at the Track © Tony Fallon 021718
My wife said as I walked out the door if you go to the track
you’re in trouble
I said why do you think I’m leaving so early? I want to be
there for the double
When I started to look at the form I see a filly named My
Wild Irish Lass
She had never won a race in her life but she was moving away
down in class
The form said she did poorly in summer but got placed a few
times in winter
She didn’t do well in long races this six furlongs might
prove her a sprinter
I had never heard of the trainer and the jokey was a Mexican
named Jesus
I’d kill myself if I bet against her if she won that means I
would lose
The next race was only for jumpers which is called a steeplechase
If I was to hit the double I needed this winner it was no
good to place
Number two was called The Cobbler he was foaled at home in
Kildare
So I put my faith hope and ten dollars on this very strange
Irish pair
I realize I had all my eggs in one basked I be finished if
either one fell
Then I probably wouldn’t be allowed home I might wind up in
a motel
The two that I played were long shots if they won it would
be a jackpot
It wouldn’t pay off as much but a two dollar ticket on the
Lass I then bought
Well she behaved well for the starter and jumped right out of
the gate
Before they had gone two furlongs she was ahead by seven or
eight
Jesus just couldn’t hold her he didn’t even get a chance to
look back
And when they got to the finish line they were far ahead of
the pack
There wasn’t too much cheering she went off at almost thirty
to one
And I was stuck in the Club House watching the race being
rerun
I now had almost fifty dollar more in my pocket maybe the
start of progress
If today is my lucky day in half an hour there will be much
more success
Now if The Cobbler at ten to one wins this wild dream is
complete
I don’t want him to go too fast I just want him to stay on
his feet
He stood out among the others with the jockeys’ green and
white shirt
Within the first mile some had fallen and he was all covered
with dirt
To make the three mile race shorter we’ll move on to the
very last fence
The Cobbler was maybe three lengths behind I was feeling
quite tense
The leader took the fence like he was Arkle then tripped and
fell flat on his face
And the great Cobbler who was born in Kildare won the
steeplechase Race
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