I walked down to my favorite bar yesterday at about 5 pm. I had no idea the Belmont Stakes was being run at 6:30. I was pressured and coerced into a $10 bet, where everyone got a pick by reaching into a jar for a chit with a horses name on it. I drew Jasil (pronounced JAZZil, not jazIL). My baby horsie won me $100 US Dolla. I have to admit I was so wasted by the time the race was run that I still had no idea. Fortunately, the good people who I party with made sure their money ended up in my wallet, bless their hearts. I bought them two rounds and kept the rest. Part of the rest went into an upgrade from beer to Martinis. How I got back home safe Ill never know. Skoal!