The weed of crime bares bitter fruit...

Black Eye Susans, Big Hats...
Rain and treachery afoot in Baltimore.

So the "big boys" wanted to conspire and keep Rachel Alexandra
from running in The Preakness on Saturday...tsk tsk...I sense a little fear and loathing
on the back stretch at Pimlico. I mean, c'mon...a filly ain't won it since
1906 and I don't remember that one...I'll ask Claire.

Anyway, who'd of thought that the horse that finished dead last in The Derby,
Friesan Fire, 42 lengths behind Mine That Bird, would go off in The Preakness at the same odds, (6-1) as the Kentucky Derby winner...Poor old Bird...no respect.

As Bob Dylan and every dolt in Stewart's Ice Cream shop says, "It's All Good"...

I'm sticking with Papa Clem...he won't be fooled this time by crazy Calvin...
but just in case, I'll throw in Rachel...you never know...and even when you do know,
well, it'll be raining...Big Drama is going for the early lead, Pioneer of The Nile ain't gonna be just walking around the track...they'll be drinking in the infield...ah, another day at the races.

Trust me on this one...Papa, Rachel...a few libations...
I'm not like the others.

See yah at post time,
Spanky

How's your bird...

Hey horse-racing aficionados...

Know what you call an Exacta ticket with Papa Clem over

the rest of the field in The Derby....

You got it...a bookmark.

It's like grandma always said,

"What's in the well comes up in the bucket"...

I want revenge in The Preakness and I'm gonna get it.

Clink...Here's to The Pamplemousse...should have been there bud...

I'll be back with some more of my laser-like predictions before the next big show...

believe me, I'm not like the others...it just seems that way sometimes.

See ya at post time,

Spanky

Hot Momma, Cool Papa and a bad case of The Swine...

Whoa...talkin' about Hot Mommas...
Rachel Alexandra wins The Oaks by 20 lengths and and I swear the other 6 horses are still
running 5 minutes after it's all over...including poor old Tweeter...sorry there T, can't
hit 'em all...dead last.
Cool Papas...that's correct amundo...Pap Clem...still gonna win The Derby.
Oh there are pretenders to the throne but when they hit the wire, Papa is gonna be there.
How do I know...

Well as Colbie Caillat says,
"It starts in my toes and I crinkle my nose"...
or is that just another symptom of the olde Swine Flu...?

Whatever...I haven't kissed a pig in weeks...
And I haven't picked one in The Derby either...

Gotta wash my Snuggie, make a Mint Julep, put on my mask and get ready to collect my dough.

I'd bet a pair of Michelle's sneakers on it.
Papa Clem...you can trust me,
I'm not like the others...

See ya at post time,
Spanky