Form guide vs Pot Odds

Mr. Suzuki. A good friend (TAB friend) of mine called me up in the afternoon, gave me a tip on a race (horse) at Morphettville in Adelaide. I have no idea whose riding it, and I certainly not care who trains it. Mr.Suzuki hardly call me up and give away any tips in horse racing. He has done it before, this is the 3rd time he has given it to me ever in the last 8 years. I remember the first time, that horse paid like $11 on tote, and it came 2nd losing by a nose. The next time, the horse paid like $20 and won by 7 lengths. If someone on the street giving tips to you every single week, I usually ignore them. With Mr. Suzuki's tip so highly reliable, I punt $150 EW thru my IAS bookie.

When I check the odds, I was a bit surprised. It pays $14 fixed odds, $18 in super price with $4.80+ in Place-tote. It didn't shake me off, coz all it took me was just a click on the button. As I am a very generous person, no where stingy and loves sharing the goods with my friends, I made several calls. Master Gee didn't answer the phone, so did Fat Banana and Peter M. Only Grand Master and Superman picked picked up the phone.

As I look thru the form guide, I said to myself, how can this horse win or even come close. It is a listed race, 16 runners, run 2000m (SA derby prelude) and not racing against donkeys and camels. We are at gate #8. Maybe some other horse in the field might only have 3 legs, but I truly have faith in Mr. Suzuki.

Now the race is ready, red light's up, gates open. Start racing! My pick got boxed in behind the pack, and my horse was parked 2nd last after 400m (OK!). Still 2nd last after 1000m (No big deal). With 800m remaining, still 2nd last ( Move it up faggot!) Somehow he heard my instruction and start moving up. Running cross the bend and with about 500m remaining, my horse was like 10 wide but clear ( Don't be a pussy! Whip!) Into the straight, with less than 300 remaining, the winner already kicked 3 lengths clear. My beloved jockey now starts show boating his supreme riding skill with a sequence of windmill whips. It was so spectacular, more entertaining than Esfrandiari's chip tricks. The horse responded perfectly and dashed like an arrow. Unfortunately with 50m remaining, no way he could catch the winner. We have to settle for 3rd. Not a bad result, as the Place tote pays $4.81. In my opinion, the jockey rode it so bad at the start, no wonder he deserve to be a midget for the rest of his life.

From now on you all can chuck the form guide away. It is misleading. Just like in poker, don't worry about pot odds. Math is idiotic! All you have to do is to trust your instinct, believe in all those Special Feelings you might have. When you spike your 2 outer on the river and rake a monster pot, your MOJO will certainly be rising. Keep on doing it, penetrating it, you will feel you are a Super Natural. As an reward, you will receive the biggest cum in your life by raking up a monster stack when you leave the table.