Joey Bianca's 2006 Saratoga Diary

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Letdown day at the Spa [Jul. 27th, 2006|09:37 pm]
I'm on my ****ing laptop racing against the clock because this damn battery lasts like 45 minutes if I've been a good boy.

Barry's laundry is taking forever. I gotta dry some **** man, let's go. You wear the same thing every day anyway.

Better day at the windows today, simply because I bailed out on Luzzi's horse in the finale. Was glad Scat Daddy ran down Teuflesberg, because I was considering play 'berg in the double.

SLOW, SLOW, SLOW day. I'm talking Real World: Paris slow. No one made a dime business-wise.

Great scene today after the races. Matt and I see Pletcher coming out of the track alongside us, and I bust out with "T-Pletch! Nice win today BOY!" Hilarious, considering I think everyone else calls him "sir."

Byk is sick. It's because he doesn't eat.

I want some beers, but this lazy dude Hooves won't drive to the store..

****ing unbelievable. I gotta go downstate for my cousin's wedding on Saturday, meaning I have to leave after the races tomorrow and hop a bus or train home. I'm thinking I'll get on the Greyhound because it'll be like $20 whereas the train is $50. ****ing bus is $41.50. Sickening. I gotta drop close to $100 just to hit up this wedding. I don't mean to sound cheap. Later in the meet, money will probably be a little looser, but right now it's in the Vulcan Death Grip.

Hope I hit a Four tomorrow. Card looks unspectacular..

Can't really give out anything. Lake George looks to be between Quite A Bride and Magnificent Song. Gotta find some locks, and it looks like I'll have to break one of the Ten Commandments of Handicapping and single a NY-bred. That's what sucks about playing the NYRA circuit. Gonna have to single some NY-breds, which one should never do while sober and lucid..

Good luck Friday.