I'm A Winner-Right?
It was a bitter sweet victory, because the first thing I heard as California Chrome crossed the finished line was, “I told you so,” from my wife Dawn. I picked him, I got my bet in early to secure 4-1 payout from my video gaming provider TVG, and I guided him as he cruised the front stretch with body English and curse words, but now she is taking all the credit. She reminded me as I was on the phone from Aqueduct on April fifth whining about my loss in the Wood Memorial, she told me about California Chrome winning the Santa Anita Derby. “This horse is the real McCoy,” she exclaimed into a phone that I don’t know how to operate. And now I stand proud as a poppa, gleaming because it was my first Kentucky Derby winner since Man of War, or it’s seems that long ago and I picked him, didn’t I?
Sure, she turned me on to him in a big way, but after doing my homework I knew that if he got out of the gate clean then I would be in the winner’s circle with Johnnie Weir and Tara Lipinski and the rest of the winning team. I really don’t want this to turn out to be a, my wife told me to bet on him story, but my wife told me to bet on him, way back in the first week in April. Godfrey Daniels!
Due to bad knees, and a worse bank account, I wasn’t able to make it down to the Kentucky Derby this year. So if you never have been there, I can’t tell you what it’s like because I’ve never been there either. However, one week after my knee replacement surgery, I’m hoping to see California Chrome running towards history down Belmont’s gigantic front stretch from my couch. Of course, I will be goofy on medication (I hope) and praying that my wife put the GreenDot money card into my account properly, hoping to have just seen a Triple Crown winner. Even if I’m blurry eyed from the drugs, (what year is this?), I’ll have to say to my wife that she was right about Cali Chrome.
Between you and me, I picked the winner of the biggest horse race in the world, didn’t I? I backed it up with cold hard cash. She told me about mood rings, pet rocks, and Pokémon, but that doesn’t mean that I placed 10 bucks on those items to win. In other words, she made a suggestion, but I was the one that picked the God forsaken horse, right? You’re backing me up on this one, I hope.
All right! Enough, I can’t take it anymore. My wife talked up California Chrome so much that I went in big on him and came up smiling. She is my muse, she is my music, and she is reminding at this moment that she told me to pick Cali Chrome. Is there something worse than your wife being right and she endlessly tells you about it? I don’t know what could be worse. It’s the worst thing imaginable, having your wife be right about the one thing you care most about, the Kentucky Derby. “Oh, so that’s the only thing you care about,” she would say if she heard me. And the conversation would continue. Why is my mood ring black? I’m a nervous wreck…Nice ride Chrome…Riders up.