In the words of Natalie Merchant and 10,000 Maniacs, "These are the Days".
Excuse the exuberance, as I know that the Man can be a cruel bastard, but ... this week ... I broke the plunger off in the "the Man's" ass.
8-0, with a Best Bet winner (C. Mich) and a money line dog (S. Flor. as documented in a different thread).
Torching a Padron 1926 no. 35, cracking a Dalmore 18 year old scotch and listening to Chris Stapleton sing about Tennessee Whiskey.
This is what winning feels like.
I hope tomorrow goes well, but at this point, I give zero fucks.
Best of luck everyone ... and thanks to the board for being here!!