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‘Since the East Coast right now look like the inside of a busted freezer at Piggly Wiggly, where you got to go? Bomb cyclone done come through here actin’ like it pay rent. Snow piled up, ice everywhere, cars frozen so solid they got feelings about it. Folks slidin’ down the road like baby deer on linoleum. Football season? OVER until the Super Bowl, This weekend - Pro Bowl? Man please. That thing got all the intensity of a church league picnic where everybody scared to spil

Little business first, Big weekend coming up with the Holly Bull Stakes at Gulfstream and a big card at Oaklawn with the Southwest, if they run, as the arctic storm has frozen everything in Hot Springs. Seriously considering a Zoom friday nite. Who's in? Here is why Handicappers Lose other than making poor selections: Alright y'all, step right up, where ya fall in here,honesty and gambling live hand in hand. Do you feel alive when you lose? I feel alive when my conviction pay

Alright, here we go—straight talk time. The Pegasus card is just about wrapped up, and I’ll tell you this much: I’ve got prices , and I’ve got opinions —the kind that come from my own two eyes and a whole lotta time watchin’ horses be horses. And you ain’t gonna find ‘em anyplace else. Period. End of sentence. Full stop. If you’re thinkin’ about playin’ this card without seein’ what I saw, well… that’s a bold strategy. Because what I’m bringin’ ain’t pulled from a spreadsheet

This Saturday’s Pegasus card is the nutz , y’all. Big ol’ fields, big ol’ races, and enough tricky little dilemmas to make you dust off them number-two pencils and grab a clipboard. This ain’t a lean-back card. This is a sit up straight and pay attention card. And like always, turf racing is sittin’ there like the quiet kid in class who actually did the homework. Half these horses got that little (d) next to their name for workin’ on the turf around the dogs, and most folks

See, this ain’t some sudden outrage. This has been comin’ for a long time. I’ve just about reached my lifetime limit on ego maniacs—not just in racing, but everywhere. We got folks so full of themselves they oughta be classified as hazardous materials. But racing? Racing is where it hits me the hardest, because that’s my world. I didn’t just wander into this sport last Tuesday. Racing has been my existence for over 35 years. Thirty-five. That’s not a hobby, that’s a relatio

We have done gone full circle and returned to high school, in that musty smelling gymnasium. We’re not analyzing. We’re not thinking. We’re cheerleading. Pom-poms aloft, smiles painted on, shouting in unison because that’s what the crowd is doing. Social media, television, podcasts, pregame shows, handicapping panels—every last one of them has traded insight for enthusiasm. One bit, two bit, three bits a dollar, everybody stand up and holler. It’s not discourse anymore. It’s

It’s only January 6th and I’m already slap wore out, like I have been beaten with a flag pole. The noise—Eclipse Awards, NFL MVP talk—just hollerin’ at me from every direction like it’s the most important thing mankind’s ever done. I ain’t never seen such hysteria over stuff that only truly means something to the connections themselves. Now don’t get me wrong— for owners , it’s a big deal. I get that. They want the trophy. They want the plaque. They want somethin’ shiny to pu

Now listen, there are a whole lotta handicappers out there who are sharp as a tack… and manage their money like a raccoon on Red Bull. Brilliant opinions, horrific decisions. That’s how you end up broke and confused. A checklist ain’t there to tell you who to bet.It ’s there to keep you from drivin’ straight off the damn cliff . This is my checklist — built around my bad habits. You gotta build yours. But this’ll give you the blueprint. ✅ Checklist Item #1: Evaluate the Tr

Hope all of you enjoyed the turning of the calendar and stepped into 2026 with your curiosity intact. I recently took a moment—rare for me—and watched A Complete Unknown . Timothy Chalamet portrays a young Bob Dylan wandering into early-1960s New York, armed with nothing but a guitar, a voice, and the audacity to become someone people didn’t quite know what to do with. His rise was meteoric, yes—but not joyful. Not easy. Because success, you see, is rarely about achievement.

Have y’all noticed how much just flat-out useless information gets shoveled into people’s faces these days? Racing, football, whatever—doesn’t matter. It’s all the same slop, just poured into different bowls and sold like it’s premium cuisine. Take power rankings. Please. Horse racing’s got ’em, the NFL’s got ’em, everybody’s got ’em. And every single one of ’em means exactly nothin’ . Every Tuesday in the NFL, here come the power rankings—like Moses comin’ down the mountain

I call myself a lone wolf, and yeah, I know that sounds dramatic, like I’m about to howl at the moon or start a podcast nobody asked for. But truth is, with my boys Joe and Rudy, we ain’t a lone wolf at all—we’re a pack. That said, when it comes to handicapping, I still hunt like I’m on my own. Head down, eyes open, trusting what I see instead of what everybody else is hollerin’. Now first off, hope everybody had themselves a good holiday. I’m talkin’ food that put you in a c

Ah… the holidays. That curious time of year when we pretend the world slows down, even as it sharpens its knives and pours another drink. From the Racingwithbruno family to you—Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas. Yes, this is the season for family and friends. And make no mistake: you are part of our family year-round. December simply gives us permission to say it out loud. Now… I did something a bit reckless. I wrote to Santa.Yes— that Santa. North Pole. No forwarding addr

Is ’tis the season to be merry? Then answer your dang phone, daggum it. I swear, people treat their phones like newborn babies—cradlin’ ’em, starin’ at ’em, tappin’ ’em 24/7—postin’ hot takes like they just came down from Mount Sinai. But you actually call ’em? Straight to voicemail. Immediately. Like the phone just sighed and said, “Nah.” And that, my friends, is handicappin’ for some. Because people are a lot like racehorse opinions—especially around the holidays. I love p