That's an excellent story. Don't know if mine can top it, but it has its moments. I worked for a firm that was severely affected by 9/11. I joined after. We had rebuilt our entire trading desk and its success was a source of pride. We had visitors every day. One day I had some sizable interest in a pick 4 that was going off late. Everyone in the office was just about gone and I turned on the 50" plasma to TVG. I watched with delight as the first three hit nicely. 9-1, 21-1, and 14-1. I'm sitting pretty heading into the last race. I am consumed with the post parade and am scared to death as they go into the gate. Just as they load a voice behind me asks, Do you like the Stonerside horse?" I turn around and its none other than Robert McNair and my boss. McNair was a good friend of his and he came to see the new office. We watched the race together. His horse ran 3rd but I collected $ 4,500. They invited me to join them for dinner. I sent him an 8X10 of Congaree that I snapped at the Breeders Cup.
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