Somebody from Pennsylvania sent a challenging email after the Breeders' Cup female races, Friday night. The responder was upset because I had hit some Cup picks without acting like I had planned on hitting them in the first place, four of five winners, to be precise. One point was, write lightly about the picks you're not going to hit. The races you're going to solve, come on, be a professional about it, say you're going to drill them.
Somebody from Florida checked in to say that she thought I only hit the races at Dust Bowl Downs and Finger Lickin' Lakes, at Evangeline and Mountaineer, real and earthy -- places like that. How dare I write about how difficult grass races were, and then turn right around and act like I almost knew what I was doing?
Somebody from Texas said he was going against every single pick Saturday because he hadn't believed a word of what I had said the day before and had lost money as a result.
Somebody in Vegas wanted to know if Tennessee was going to cover against Alabama.
Other serious-sounding emails concerned the following:
What did I think about Goldikova, whose name sounds like a Russian mail-order bride, running against males?
How much of a person's recent stock market losses should be placed on the Field against Curlin?
How on earth could the Giants be getting almost a touchdown versus the Steelers?
A deep closer has to win the sprint over product, correct, over synthetic turf, Pro-Ride, which so far acts like little ball bearings as it propels late horses to the fore?
Could a loyal reader please get my home phone number?
Those without tough questions know the answer. Don't give it all back.
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