Clyde,,,,,,,,,Gomer,,,,,,,,,,,,,Goober,,,,,,,,,,, D.A.,,,,,,,,,they all fit!

Why did you pick Clyde?

Did you have a choice?

Is that your real name?

Your picture looks like a Morty.

Fun thread, MMSC! I'm enjoying reading everyone's recollections (I'm stuck at work on Memorial Day, boo! and this is a nice break)

I was squished up against the fence close to the finish line. My friend Angelika had shown up with a broken rib, and I freely admit I used the sympathy card to get us as close to the front as I could. My husband was NOT happy to be there- he hates crowds, but I'd sworn up and down he'd see history. I had the VCR set to tape the race so I could enjoy watching and rewatching when I got home.

My stepbrother asked me to bet Purge for him before the race, and then, watching Purge melt down in front of the crowd, I thought, "Uh oh. Fat chance getting him to pay me back." (He did, though)

When the race started, husband, who has NO interest in horse racing, groaned that the fractions were too fast, and I thought, "Huh. All those times I accuse him of not listening to me..." Heh.

I was very disappointed, but moderately amused that the silence after Smarty's loss was much greater than the half-assed silence after Reagan's death was announced earlier in the day.

The ride home was made somewhat better by the fact that the husband had put some money on Birdstone (to show- like I said, he's not a racing fan, but he was happy) and I'd hit one of the earlier races. I picked two horses trying turf for the first time and they ran one-two. I was all smug, with my beginner handicapping, until I reread the section in the book I'd finished that said "Never bet a horse trying turf for the first time" and realized I'd just gotten lucky.

I never could bear to watch the tape of that Belmont.

I was there at Belmont Park (we lived in NYC at the time) and as they crossed the wire I was probably rifling through my tickets to see if I had used Royal Assault at all in the bottom of my trifectas. I hadn't, and that made me very sad.

Mortimer was darted.Clyde was a ROM name.All of a sudden, I could speak. Stevie did not explain why this happened.He was probably ashamed.You would think the least he could do for such a good guy would be to change it to Mortimer...but nooooOOOOOO.Clyde is not my real name.My avytar is my real face.



Soon..I will move back to where I started---the woods.

People should enjoy me while they can.

Oh---hope you are doing well,honest I do.

Let's see.......