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Big Red himself, one of the greatest athletes our country has ever seen was not only a tremendous racehorse but also an artisan at heart.
It’s been said that after long roadtrips and after “Big Red” had gotten settled in his temporary stable, many of the jockeys, trainers, and bugboys would get together for poker after the rush rush of practice runs and rubdowns began to abate.
Now Secretariat was considered far too valuable to be allowed the late nights and overall energy sapping that long sessions of poker would subject participants to and as such was excluded from playing. This really pissed him off.
One night, trainers found his stable empty. Panicked and scouring the grounds at Mighty Horse Raceway they came up empty handed. An astute junior stable hand noticed hoof prints with Secretariat's distinct “Catch me if you can A-holes!” in the dirt leading away from the stable grounds. Following these prints they wound up at a small, dimly lit shack on the outskirts of town.
Upon entering they saw several horses sitting around a poker table shuffling, neighing, and eating carrots and sugar cubes. Relieved, the stable hands approached group. Secretariat turns his head and said “Dafuq you looking at? I don’t get to play poker? Screw that!” They reassured him that it was fine and please not to run off again. Game play continued.
Later that night on the way back to the track one of the hands asked Big Red “Where did you get those poker chips and what’s DJS?” Secretariat looked at the hand. “You don’t think I can hot stamp poker chips?” The hand look baffled. “No, no… Okay so you did the monogramming. What’s DJS then?” Bashfully, Secretariat cleared his throat. “Dilbert Johann Secretariat. There! You happy?” His trot turned into an all out sprint and some say it was the fastest mile ever ran by any living creature. Ever.
These are reportedly, but unconfirmably, one of the racks personally hot stamped by Secretariat himself.
And now they can be yours.
There is no room in the stable (pun intended) for this illustrious rack of red in the theme of “Big Red” HHR’s.
My loss is your gain.
Big Red’s handiwork.
This historical rack of horse racing history is heading to pasture as far as our stable is concerned. $140.00.
Shipped. USPS. CONUS. Justin Rack included.
Ride off with horse racing history in your satchel.
Reply in the thread and PM.
“Wilbur!!”
It’s been said that after long roadtrips and after “Big Red” had gotten settled in his temporary stable, many of the jockeys, trainers, and bugboys would get together for poker after the rush rush of practice runs and rubdowns began to abate.
Now Secretariat was considered far too valuable to be allowed the late nights and overall energy sapping that long sessions of poker would subject participants to and as such was excluded from playing. This really pissed him off.
One night, trainers found his stable empty. Panicked and scouring the grounds at Mighty Horse Raceway they came up empty handed. An astute junior stable hand noticed hoof prints with Secretariat's distinct “Catch me if you can A-holes!” in the dirt leading away from the stable grounds. Following these prints they wound up at a small, dimly lit shack on the outskirts of town.
Upon entering they saw several horses sitting around a poker table shuffling, neighing, and eating carrots and sugar cubes. Relieved, the stable hands approached group. Secretariat turns his head and said “Dafuq you looking at? I don’t get to play poker? Screw that!” They reassured him that it was fine and please not to run off again. Game play continued.
Later that night on the way back to the track one of the hands asked Big Red “Where did you get those poker chips and what’s DJS?” Secretariat looked at the hand. “You don’t think I can hot stamp poker chips?” The hand look baffled. “No, no… Okay so you did the monogramming. What’s DJS then?” Bashfully, Secretariat cleared his throat. “Dilbert Johann Secretariat. There! You happy?” His trot turned into an all out sprint and some say it was the fastest mile ever ran by any living creature. Ever.
These are reportedly, but unconfirmably, one of the racks personally hot stamped by Secretariat himself.
And now they can be yours.
There is no room in the stable (pun intended) for this illustrious rack of red in the theme of “Big Red” HHR’s.
My loss is your gain.
Big Red’s handiwork.
This historical rack of horse racing history is heading to pasture as far as our stable is concerned. $140.00.
Shipped. USPS. CONUS. Justin Rack included.
Ride off with horse racing history in your satchel.
Reply in the thread and PM.
“Wilbur!!”
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