John Banrock - Race 9 (High Stakes)

Race 9: High Stakes

Last race arrived, it was a claimer for the duds. No one in that group will ever go to stud. We both leaned on the three, a colt named Hudson Fog, and we both watched in defeat as he failed to do the job. He lost by just a neck, that’s the way it goes. We both felt like the emperor that hadn’t got his clothes. We left in the red. Drew was upset but he learned a solid lesson about the outlook when you bet. I have to thank his mom, I know she made him go. She saw a father and his son with nowhere left to go. I’m not a simple man. I admit to threads of scorn but I hope we found some common ground, not just the eye within the storm

I know I love my son but too often we trade hate. For a day we got along. We outran the odds but the future’s uncertain. It’s in the hands of God.

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