Recapping The Highs And Lows of Saratoga Week and the Portnoy Imbornone Racing Syndicate
So Saratoga week is over and what a week it was. We did radio from the track and had guests like Mike Repole, Bob Baffert, Sol Kuman, Bradley Weisborg etc. Basically all horse racing royalty. Baffert by the way told me that he hated the name of my brand new horse which I just named Alright Frankie and that it was a Wednesday name so that was nice.
But that’s neither here nor there. As many people know Elio and I have been gambling together for 2 decades. We go to every Breeders Cup together and a couple other big races every year. We split every bet we do. We bet as a team. We win as a team. We lose as a team. The only rule is you need to bet a minimum of 600-1,000 bucks a race. But we make our own picks and just split everything down the middle. And just like clockwork there are times I want to hug him, times I want to kill him and times I pity him. But in the end there is nothing quite like a week at the Spa. Here is the recap of our week.
Wednesday
Elio Arrives With A Briefcase Full of Money and His computer and Gets right To work
Wednesday Result – Even
Thursday
Elio Wins But Causes Controversy When He Tells Everybody To Bet on the 3 But Had The 7
Elio Loses A 4,000 Dollar Ticket In the Middle of Radio
Thursday Result – Down 10K
Friday Blues
I Have 36 Race Losing Streak and Elio Talks Me Out of A Winner
Elio And I Have A Disagreement About My 37 Race Losing Streak
Tommy Smokes Breaks Up The Losing Streak
Elio Leaving With Nothing But A Wire In His Suitcase
Friday Result – Down 30K
Saturday Morning
Elio In the Morning
Elio In the Afternoon After Winning 3 Straight Races Culminating in a 20-1 Shot Winner
Pres in the Afternoon
There is nothing quite like the track. The lows are low and the highs are high. When it was all said and done I probably was about even. I was done 30K probably at one point and then Elio brought me all the way back on Saturday. I stayed Sunday and lost, but it could have been a lot worst.
Aftermath of When You Do it For the Gram