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Mountaineer Park is a shithole compared to NorCal and Maryland when Leatherbury was at his prime.
But really I say put him in the Hall of Fame. That place is a joke anyways. It's arguably the worst Hall of Fame for any sport on the planet because people in racing don't know how to define greatness. |
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Baird also owned all -- or nearly all -- of the winners he trained. So, he's not just the leading all tme trainer for number of wins but it's very likely he is also leading owner for all-time wins (maybe one of the industry-types here have access to a list of historical # of wins by owner).
He is in the HBPA Hall of Fame. |
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Facebook- Peter May Jr. Twitter- @pmayjr You wouldn't be ballin' if your name was Spauldin' If y'all fresh to death, then I'm deceased... |
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Whoo hoo!!!! *head explodes* |
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R.I.P. Dale Baird.
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It brings such joy and understanding. A sad thread takes an interesting turn and then we go and pull the magnetic field dis... |
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And, in case anyone's looking for that dream home in, say, Owensboro, look no more: http://www.realtor.com/search/listin...srcnt=4#Detail No magnetic fields. But looks like you're on your own as far as water and goes. |
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I'm spending mine gambling, while away from my family, in warm weather, and eating Chinese food and posining my liver all day. In the spirit of joy and understanding - here's a DT Christmas carrolling for y'all..... On the first day of Christmas, Mr.B gave to me, a hit of his PCP. On the second day of Christmas, Oracle gave to me, two bare fisted death threats, and a hit of his PCP On the third day of Christmas, Cajun sent to me, three empty jugs of guzzled spunk, two bare fisted death threats, and a hit of PCP On the fourth day of Christmas, KyRim sent to me, four worthless windchimes, three empty jugs of guzzled spunk, two barefisted death threats, and a hit of PCP On the fifth day of Christmas, Indian Charlie sent to me, five Scat Porn Mpegs, four worthless windchimes, three empty jugs of guzzled spunk, two barefisted death threats, and a hit of PCP. On the 6th day of Christmas, Goddess Thebby sent to me, six peeping tom kits, five Scat Porn Mpegs, four worthless windchimes, three empty jugs of guzzled spunk, two barefisted death threats, and a hit of PCP. On the 7th day of Christmas, PG1985 sent to me, seven future book bet props, six peeping tom kits, five Scat Porn Mpegs, four worthless windchimes, three empty jugs of guzzled spunk, two barefisted death threats, and a hit of PCP. On the 8th day of Christmas, Freddy Mo sent to me, eight cheese blintzes, seven future book bet props, six peeping tom kits, five Scat Porn Mpegs, four worthless windchimes, three empty jugs of guzzled spunk, two barefisted death threats, and a hit of PCP. On the 9th day of Christmas, Mortimer sent to me, nine seals for clubbing, eight cheeze blintzes, seven future book bet props, six peeping tom kits, five Scat Porn Mpegs, four worthless windchimes, three empty jugs of guzzled spunk, two bare fisted death threats, and a hit of PCP. On the 10th day of Christmas, MyMissStormCat sent to me, ten equine death poems, nine seals for clubbing, eight cheese blintzes, seven future book bet props, six peeping tom kits, five Scat Porn Mpegs, four worthless windchimes, three empty jugs of guzzled spunk, two bare fisted death threats, and a hit of PCP. On the 11th day of Christmas, Scavs gave to me, eleven foot long hotdogs, ten equine death poems, nine seals for clubbing, eight cheese blintzes, seven future book bet props, six peeping tom kits, five scat porn Mpegs, four worthless windchimes, three empty jugs of guzzled spunk, two bare fisted death threats, and a hit of PCP. On the 12th day of Christmas, Sumitas gave to me, twelve crack pipes, eleven foot long hotdogs, ten equine death poems, nine seals for clubbing, eight cheese blintzes, seven future book bet props, six peeping tom kits, five scat porn Mpegs, four worthless windchimes, three empty jugs of guzzled spunk, two bare fisted death threats, and a hit of PCP. |
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