November 17th 2003. The big race. 1,000 dollar purse. I looked at the Odds board. Who was 54/1? You guessed it. Me. My horse was known as a lost cause. His name was Socks. Socks was a great horse. He had the heartof Hard Tack, but the speed of Seabiscuit. Nobody would dare to get on him. He nearly tore off a bug boy's finger once. I checked my watch. 15 minutes to post. I put my silks on and went to go get on my horse.
"Hey Blue Eyes!" I turned around, it was the jockey on the 2/1 horse. "Dammit" I thought, we were about to fight.
"Who was the son of a bitch who thought you could win?" He spat.
"The same Son of a bitch who thought you would win!" I retorted.
Out of nowhere He threw a punch to my face, so I jumped him. I grabbed him by the neck and beat the crap out of him. Next thing I knew, My boss's hands were on my shoulders shaking me off of him.
"Go take a walk Jill." He said. I mumbled the words 'yes sir' and went to go get my horse. 8 minutes to post. I went to the mounting ring and headed to the starting gate. It really wasnt much of a starting gate as much as a rope held by to people holding it on both sides. Here we go. It's post time.
