there were so many great times.....san fran stable, now monarch stable, Cooping, Moon Can Do, Rudy, Settoncourse is right on course. Louis Petro, John is out of the hunt, they've got a long way to go, Standing Ovations when Howard "howie the howitzer" Lanci won a race. Taking Concorde Bound and Carl Gambardella down in the $100,000 sprint. Frank Generazio was incredulous and took all his hosses elsewhere, Mike Welsch AKA The fox. Ernie Kunitake, Tommy Maeda, Roger Danjean, Pension Plan, Waquoit (SUPER MUD) over broad Brush. Behrens, Cigar 2 years in a row, and an autographed program from JD Bailey, who while hesitant at first, came around after I told him i was a big fan. and mentioned that I had beaten people half his size to a pulp. (writers embellishment) Lucent with a rush.. Go Go Frankie, Nora's song. Timmy Hills and Bill Perry, Bruce Smith JJ Kelly, Robbie Robinson and Uni. Henry Ma on his bicycle on the backside. Jim Jims gal on the lead at 25-1 at the 1/16 pole and after one crack right handed, sliding down the rail on her back for 10 lengths, but not get hurt, but very white from the rail. Timely Writer, Moms Command, royal Ski. It's padonia and achenar, acnanar and padonia, padonia and achenar, achenar and padonia, and it's ACHENAR !! They're at the post....Now they're all in, and you can put a ring around Bert Leo B. They've got a lonnnnnnnggggg way to go. ding dong action on the front end. The Swans vs the Canadian Geese on the pond. (don't mess with a swan). Goggles Paisano grating the padock in his ferrari golf cart. Shortsleeve Joe the Valet, no matter how cold. The bellow of Stewie or his father yelling "Tomorrow's racing form" Having Dave Wilson, the old handicapper for the herald, call us a sharp betting outfit in the paper. The trainer and I were wondering who the heck he was talking about. Knowing the good tellers, and the ones who wouldn't let you bet cause you were only 14. Gianni Versace, the greatest stooper that ever was. He could smella live ticket a mile away. Sal Carcia, handicapper extrodinare and one of teh finest human beings I know.
if you go anywhere and want to find someone else from Boston, Just yell "Now they're all in!" at the top of your lungs. Whomever looks right up, that's them
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