If you’re looking for a good pick for next week’s Kentucky Derby, we’ve got a great inside tip for you; go with Musket Man.
Now, I’m already biased towards this horse because I have an affinity for Revolutionary War soldier art (don’t ask) but if your own innate patriotism isn’t enough for you there are other, very worthy reasons to pick him.
First, Musket Man has won 5 of the 6 races he’s participated in, including victories in the Illinois and Tampa Bay Derbys this year. Also, Derek Ryan, Musket Man’s trainer has loads of confidence in his steed, “Best temperament of any horse I’ve ever had. Nothing bothers him. He goes with the flow.”
Secondly, as part of his daily training routine, much like you might have a beer after work to relax, Musket Man has a Guinness. Why you ask? Because, according to Ryan, it “…mellows him out I hope. Nah, it gives him a good appetite. They say a Guinness a day is good for you. So far it’s worked.”
I can’t think of a safer bet than a drunken horse.
[WHAS]
beginning with the insane way people reacted, and overreacted to the accident that befell a horse. After all, in the end it is just a horse and this is no longer the 19th century and horses are unnecessary anymore except as rich guy status symbols. I love that these people who cared so much about Barbaro and somehow found inspiration or something in his attempts to recover could give a shit about actual people in the world. However, a horse that they never met, would never interact with, that could care less about you and your thoughts and that was the plaything of some rich people to prove how big their wallet-dicks are, was such a focal point in these crazy people’s clearly otherwise empty and pathetic lives.

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