You do the best you can do. Then you walk in to that track and walk straight into the face of an alternate universe. You see the alcohol, but notice a strange smeĺl. It's the smell of Testosterone. You see a sweaty man pull a wad of $100 bills from his pocket and there goes the Morining Line. Sometimes it's good to forget.
It's like the running of the bulls without the bulls. I was going to go over and do that with a buddy and then go to Saratoga and he said Saratoga would be much harder. But you can just smell the ego in the air. Everybody wants to beat the beast.
It's like Quint with the shark, Ahab with the whale. Setting odds on this is very inexact.
I think you are doing a good job, Travis. Don't give up.
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