Recently I attended the American Library Association’s annual conference in Washington DC. And then I dropped off the face of the blogging world, as I am apparently the only person on earth who can attend a library conference and get hurt. All I’ll say is: 1 glass of absurdly overpriced chardonnay + 1 absurdly high curb cut in D.C. = 1 bruised and battered librarian + $500 worth of chiropractic treatments. Typing hurts. Standing hurts. Sitting hurts. Sleeping hurts. Even reading hurts.But the Quinella Queen is nothing if not intrepid. So on Saturday, after consuming an odd remedy involving a bottle of sparkling zinfandel and some pineapple juice,* I agreed with the King that a trip to the track was just what the doctor ordered. OK, actually it’s what I would have ordered if I were a doctor.
Despite our late start, we made it to Mountaineer before the first race, though we weren’t early enough to get our favorite table. Still, we had time to handicap the first race, a $5000 Maiden Claimer. These can be sad affairs at Mountaineer, and this appeared to be the case on Saturday. The lineup included Six Pants, an unraced 7-year old horse (not gelding!) who scratched, Hope’s Trail, who received a –0 Beyer in his last two races, and Sandy’s K.O., whose 28 Beyer was stellar for the group.
Also entered was Punk, a 10-year old gelding with 68 starts -- and, yes, still a maiden. I made a mental note to mention this to Valerie, the blogger at Foolish Pleasure, whose search for the oldest current maiden has uncovered 69-time loser, Four Acres. Punk’s record was a tad better than that of Four Acres, with 12 second place finishes and 10 thirds. And based on that record, I even threw some money on a place bet on old Punk, who went off as the fourth favorite in a nine horse field. What the heck, it was the first race.
Thanks, Punk, for paying for the beer on Saturday. It was just what the doctor ordered.
* This was, sadly, one of our poorer entries in The Quest for a Quinella Quocktail. Don’t try this at home.