NewMexiKen continues visiting three of the four Sweeties, going with the little ones and their parents Friday evening to play the ponies at the Charles Town Races (in West Virginia). Though spiffed up in recent years with a casino (that seemed to have more customers than the track), it’s still a great little place to watch the sport of kings.
A very small time gambler, I was out $1.80 at the windows for the evening. Mack, official oldest grandchild of NewMexiKen, did better, calling (and I swear this is true) the trifecta in one race.
(Lest you get the wrong impression, you must be 18 to wager in West Virginia. The children were simply spectators.)
Perhaps those over 18 would do well to take their wagering advice from the youngster. I’ll bet he didn’t consult the racing forms, so perhaps he’s a natural judge of horse flesh. Or maybe he’s just a good guesser.
He picked numbers.