Let Go My Lego
- Bruno@Racingwithbruno
- 9 hours ago
- 4 min read
Ah, yes... picking winners. The fundamental act. The cornerstone. The lifeblood of any enterprise that purports to be competitive. You see, in this game — as in life — there are only two sides of the ledger: the right side, and the irrelevant side. Winners write their own stories, sign their own checks, open doors. Losers? They get excuses, blank stares, and a polite pat on the back as they’re shown the exit.
And yet... here we are. In a world where common sense is a relic, logic a fading currency. You pick a winner, and they boo. Not because you were wrong — oh no, they’re far more offended when you’re right. "Where’s the overlay?" they cry. "The value!" — as if backing a 25-to-1 longshot that finishes tenth is somehow noble. Romantic, even. Let me ask you something: when did this become a church? When did the altar of ‘value’ replace the throne of ‘results’?
I watched a man — a grown man — apologize for picking a short-priced winner. Apologize. As if delivering the truth were something to be ashamed of. I’ve seen cults with less dogma than these "value handicappers." They worship morning lines like sacred texts, as if the odds posted at 9 AM somehow reveal divine wisdom.
But my favorite — oh, my absolute favorite — is the loyal flock who follow that guy. You know the one. The perpetual victim. The doomsayer. The one whose selections never seem to trouble the photo finish camera. And yet, he has disciples. They cling to his every tweet, his every excuse: "The jockeys are corrupt," "The track is biased," "The stewards are in on it." They don’t even want winners. They want a scapegoat.
It’s astonishing, really — how willing people are to follow someone who’s proven, time and time again, that they don’t know what they’re doing. It’s like jumping out of a plane and hoping the wind guides you to the winner’s circle. No parachute. No plan. Just blind faith in nonsense.
First two days Racingwithbruno selections recap:
Thursday: 5 - top choice winners incl $16 winner Moon Gate
3 - 2nd choice winners including $27 winner in last So Darn Pretty.
Friday: 5 top choice winners
3 - 2nd choice winners
Total 22 races: 10 top choice winnners, 6 second choice winners.
16 of the 22 races run we had the winner either on top or 2nd choice.
How fun!
Let's take a quick detour, into the world of: Ah… cross entries.
The great shell game of modern racing. Like a magician's sleight of hand, only without the finesse. I was perusing the Indiana Derby card — a curious endeavor, akin to trying to read War and Peace through a fogged-up shower door — and what do I find? Horses cross-entered like lottery tickets, tossed into multiple races with the vague hope that one, just one, lands favorably.
Let me say this plainly, and I do mean plainly — if you’re going to enter a horse, enter a live one. A horse with intent. Not some ghost of a possibility that’ll be scratched at the last moment, leaving bettors scrambling like passengers trying to find a lifeboat on the Titanic. This isn’t strategy — it’s cowardice masquerading as optionality and masking the past performances as full of fields of horses. Make a decision. Declare your intentions. Have the decency to respect the people whose money — and time — makes this game go ‘round.
But of course, even attempting to track down basic entry information… that’s a whole other adventure. No, you can’t simply check Equibase or the track website. That would be logical. Efficient. Competent. Instead, we’re treated to digital sandboxes that look as if they were designed by a six-year-old with a box of crayons and a dream. Navigating those sites? It’s like stepping on a LEGO in the dark — painful, infuriating, and utterly avoidable.
Finding clarity in this sport is like an Easter egg hunt in the jungles of Burma — dense, disorienting, and ultimately disappointing. And just when you think, "Surely there must be someone I can call," you attempt to locate a customer service number. Good luck. You’d have better odds digging up the Rosetta Stone with a soup spoon. That number isn’t just hard to find — it’s buried like an Egyptian pharaoh, locked behind digital booby traps and broken hyperlinks, deep in the labyrinth of the forgotten web.
We, as an industry, behave like a dog burying bones in the backyard — but with none of the charm. Too many holes, too many forgotten spots, and no memory of where anything useful is. Just confusion, inefficiency, and the smell of stale dirt.
But I digress.
The point is simple. Stop treating race entries like a roulette table. Enter to run. Run to win. And maybe — just maybe — let’s act like professionals in a professional sport. One horse, one race. That's it, its simple.
And, ..... don’t apologize for winning. Don’t you dare, this game is much too hard to beat, let alone be derailed by the massholes, who can't pick a winner, and want no one else to. You got to have the bigger stones to take the losers and appreciate it when you win.
That’s the point of the game. But let's be clear — A winner is a winner and possibilities
multiply.
At the end of the day, the world has lost the plot. Racing, society, all of it. We’ve become absurd. Childish. Willfully dense, obtuse and thats the good points.
But if you're still one of the few — the rare — who understands that picking winners is not just a goal but the goal... then welcome. You're on the right side of the ledger.
The rest? Let them scream into the void. The results will drown them out.
