My Dad was a notorious Horse Racing fan. He used to make a pilgrimage to Saratoga every August for at least 45 years. He definitely would have been betting on Trump’s Girl.
We have kin in the racing business, here at clan Buttons. Except for the auctions and the actual races, it’s pretty dull. (Foaling season, we’re glad when it’s dull.) Mostly it’s all about feeding, medicating, and mucking.
I do get a lifetime supply of ivermectin. :D