Pre-game at my house complete with Mint Juleps, good thing The Retired Guy and Ma brought some Bud Lights. I can honestly say this was worse that the margarita contest concoction that I came up with. It was the worst drink I've ever had and I followed the recipe exactly. At least there was plenty of jalapeno poppers to take away the taste. The races started out with me picking a long shot, who came out of the gate weaving....he was a long shot for a reason. Throughout the next few races it became quite clear that I didn't have any beginner's luck. Conversations followed like this: "Jen, you can't just pick horses, you gotta have a reason why you pick them" "I do have reasons" "Well how come did you pick 1,7,5?" "Well, 1 has an OSU orange bridle, 7 has a cool name and 5, well I just like him" "Jen, who are you betting on this race? I want to make sure that I don't pick them" "Hey! You better watch i...