Come on, it�s not like I consulted the Wall Street Journal.

I had a bit too much good cheer last night and forgot most of the tips I gleaned from folks claiming to be experts. And I did accidentally tell the story about JB (formerly known as Jeremy) once split his pants on a trampoline, but these things are wont to happen.

Bugger if I didn�t ignore Paddy when he insisted I bet on a Manhattan upset.

Sigh.

This is life, kids. We learn from our mistakes, or we drink to forget them. May the winner buy us a round.