And don't forget to pick up your copy of and they're off! with that awesome cover by Jaitip Srisomburananont.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Check Out AFC Playoff Game Stuff For Sunday!
Check out my article regarding the AFC games in the NFL this Sunday with playoff implications.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Top Ten Horses Of the Decade? Quick Link For the Article
Who are the Top Ten Horses of the past decade? Click the link below for the article!
Also, don't forget to pick up your copy of my short story book collection at:
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Hooked on Clash of the Gods
I've been watching this show on the History Channel, Clash of the Gods, and it's awesome.
Hercules pisses off Hera by being Hercules. She sends madness to him. He kills his children. He does the twelve labors. Then, he commits suicide becuase the twelve labors didn't help him rid himself of his guilt.
King Minos decides to keep his prized bull to himself. Posiedon gets pissed and gets Minos' wife to fall in love with the bull. The bull bears the Minotaur. Athens and Crete go back and forth and the Cretian's kill Athenian virgins by sticking them in the labyrinth with the Minotaur until Theseus comes by and kills the Minotaur. But, as luck would have it, Theseus doesn't raise the white sail, like his dad told him to do, on his way back to Athens and so his dad, King Aegis, throws himself into the water and dies.
What's in store today? How about an episode on the Lord of the Rings. I'm wondering what the profs are going to say about that.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Breeders' Cup This Weekend!
The best two days in horse racing this year occur on Friday and Saturday. I've already got numerous articles posted in the BetUS Locker Room on almost every single one of the 2009 Breeders' Cup races. Check those out starting with my Classic picks.
Classic Picks
Also, here are some thoughts:
Rose Catherine in the Juvenile Fillies Turf is the best overlay bet on Friday.
Court Vision in the Mile is the best overlay bet on Saturday.
Summer Bird should win the Classic.
Zenyatta won't finish in the Top 5 in the Classic.
It's worth betting the Pick 6 if you can keep it under control, less than $150 total.
Don't forget to pick up your copy of Stories From the Racetrack.
See ya!
Classic Picks
Also, here are some thoughts:
Rose Catherine in the Juvenile Fillies Turf is the best overlay bet on Friday.
Court Vision in the Mile is the best overlay bet on Saturday.
Summer Bird should win the Classic.
Zenyatta won't finish in the Top 5 in the Classic.
It's worth betting the Pick 6 if you can keep it under control, less than $150 total.
Don't forget to pick up your copy of Stories From the Racetrack.
See ya!
Thursday, October 8, 2009
and they're off! Stories From the Racetrack Now on Sale Through Amazon.com
and they're off!, my short story collection about a fictional racetrack, is now on sale through Amazon.com.
Pick up a copy, why don't ya'?
Purchase and they're off! Stories From the Racetrack
Pick up a copy, why don't ya'?
Purchase and they're off! Stories From the Racetrack
Check Out Bleacher Report Article on Florida vs. LSU
Check out the article my freind Greg Riot posted on the Bleacher Report about the upcoming game between LSU and Florida.
I sort of feel like LSU turned the corner with that victory over Georgia last week, and Greg agrees but he likes Florida to win. I'm not so sure. I've seen this LSU team play a couple of times this year and that defense is pretty tough.
We shall see!
Florida vs. LSU With or Without Tim Tebow
I sort of feel like LSU turned the corner with that victory over Georgia last week, and Greg agrees but he likes Florida to win. I'm not so sure. I've seen this LSU team play a couple of times this year and that defense is pretty tough.
We shall see!
Florida vs. LSU With or Without Tim Tebow
Monday, October 5, 2009
and they're off! stories from the racetrack - Part 1
and they're off! stories from the racetrack is finally available for purchase. Below is an excerpt from A Day At The Races Ain't Always Funny. I've added a link to where the short story collection can be purchased for those who might be interested.
Enjoy!
Sammy and I ran into the building. Sammy’s dad followed. We got in line behind a wall of people. I turned and watched Sammy’s dad walk towards us, his head hung low, his feet shuffled. I think I might have felt sorry for him, but Sammy was so excited that I couldn’t stop listening to anything he was saying.
“Come on, dad!” Sammy yelled and some of the older folks turned and looked at us as if we were dogs that had been let off of their leashes. “Let’s get our money! How much did we win?”
Sammy’s dad suddenly smiled as he stared at the two of us. Then, he told us, “You two hang back here and I’ll cash our ticket.”
We waited as Sammy’s dad took his time finding the line he wanted to get into. I started wondering why he had decided to get into the longest line. Then, I put it together, he wanted to waste time, to think about what he was going to do next, but I wasn’t going to say anything because Sammy was my friend and I didn’t want to make him feel bad.
Sammy kept looking around, staring at everybody, and making jokes. “You know who that is?” he’d ask me and then he’d hit me in the shoulder and slyly point to an old woman or an old man.
“Who?” I’d ask.
“Yo Mama!” he’d say and then he’d laugh. I’d laugh along with him even though I didn’t think it was funny. It didn’t make any sense either since some of the old people were men and there was no way my mamma could be confused with a man. Still, I sort of got why Sammy kept doing it. He was nervous about something and even though he wasn’t sure what it was, I had a good idea of what it was and I felt sorry for him.
A hurricane is nothing compared to what Sammy was going through at the racetrack. I know, I know, how can I say that? Well, I can say it because it’s true. There’s disappointment of the kind that you can’t control. The kind that comes down from heaven or comes up from hell. It rips you to shreds like a mad dog on a steak whether it comes from above or below, but then there’s the kind of disappointment that just comes at you in small rips, like paper cuts. A hurricane is from heaven or hell, washing away most living things, but washing away all of the trash too. But Sammy’s dad? He was like those small rips, those paper-cuts, the kind that keeps bleeding no matter what you try to do to stop it from bleeding. That was Sammy’s dad, a never-ending paper cut.
He finally came back to us. “Keeping the money safe in my back pocket!” he said and he smacked his own ass.
Like this? Then purchase the entire collection at:
and they're off! stories from the racetrack
Enjoy!
Sammy and I ran into the building. Sammy’s dad followed. We got in line behind a wall of people. I turned and watched Sammy’s dad walk towards us, his head hung low, his feet shuffled. I think I might have felt sorry for him, but Sammy was so excited that I couldn’t stop listening to anything he was saying.
“Come on, dad!” Sammy yelled and some of the older folks turned and looked at us as if we were dogs that had been let off of their leashes. “Let’s get our money! How much did we win?”
Sammy’s dad suddenly smiled as he stared at the two of us. Then, he told us, “You two hang back here and I’ll cash our ticket.”
We waited as Sammy’s dad took his time finding the line he wanted to get into. I started wondering why he had decided to get into the longest line. Then, I put it together, he wanted to waste time, to think about what he was going to do next, but I wasn’t going to say anything because Sammy was my friend and I didn’t want to make him feel bad.
Sammy kept looking around, staring at everybody, and making jokes. “You know who that is?” he’d ask me and then he’d hit me in the shoulder and slyly point to an old woman or an old man.
“Who?” I’d ask.
“Yo Mama!” he’d say and then he’d laugh. I’d laugh along with him even though I didn’t think it was funny. It didn’t make any sense either since some of the old people were men and there was no way my mamma could be confused with a man. Still, I sort of got why Sammy kept doing it. He was nervous about something and even though he wasn’t sure what it was, I had a good idea of what it was and I felt sorry for him.
A hurricane is nothing compared to what Sammy was going through at the racetrack. I know, I know, how can I say that? Well, I can say it because it’s true. There’s disappointment of the kind that you can’t control. The kind that comes down from heaven or comes up from hell. It rips you to shreds like a mad dog on a steak whether it comes from above or below, but then there’s the kind of disappointment that just comes at you in small rips, like paper cuts. A hurricane is from heaven or hell, washing away most living things, but washing away all of the trash too. But Sammy’s dad? He was like those small rips, those paper-cuts, the kind that keeps bleeding no matter what you try to do to stop it from bleeding. That was Sammy’s dad, a never-ending paper cut.
He finally came back to us. “Keeping the money safe in my back pocket!” he said and he smacked his own ass.
Like this? Then purchase the entire collection at:
and they're off! stories from the racetrack
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