Experts ha!

I found myself attracted to a horse named Shackleford as jockeys mounted for the running of the Preakness because this had been a player's name on the great UCLA freshman basketball team that beat the #1 varsity on the night Pauley Pavilion opened. But the horse was unhappy, bucking around, hard to control, and by the time they reached the gate the horse looked tired, glistening with sweat. All the experts on TV quickly discarded him, of course, as unfocused, wasting energy, not a horse to be considered.

So naturally Shackleford goes wire to wire to win the Preakness.

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Improved a bit but still in the pits. Desperate enough that somebody came over with bottles of strange Chinese herbs, and I'm trying anything.