According to my dad I needed to broaden my options for things that I am interested in and when I was told that I was going to be going to the horse races with him I envisioned beer, food and lots of laughs…
When we got to the race course the place was packed, I mean that there was literally almost nowhere to move while the huge groups of people pushed passed you as they headed to the overpriced bar to get their lips around a plastic cup full of beer that tasted like the beer pumps had been flushed with bleach!
Anyway, that soon stopped when the first race was set to line up so it was then that I began to see my dad in a whole different light, like a man possessed the looked over the form papers tacked to the wall before slowly telling me to whisper the names back to him.
Yeah I know! Strange eh?!
Anyway I did as I was told and how the hell something like that actually gave him a winning horse on his first race, I have no idea but hey I rolled with it and the winnings we given to me for the next round.
That’s what dads are for!!
Anyway the bloody whispering of horse names continued and winners kept coming over the finish line, now I’m not saying that I believe that this whole garbage about whispering the horse’s name to my dad did that in any way, shape or form but I couldn’t believe it as winner after winner came in!
Possibly the strangest time that I have had with my dad and I now know that he is crazy as hell when it comes to his horse race days, so I think that I better make plans quickly as he intends to go to the Cheltenham Festival and I know that he will be thinking that I’m going to experience that again?!
