Kentucky Derby 2012

Horse: THS Pick Up Line Lv 2
URA Sanctioned Races:
BC Juvenile-2nd [link]
FrightFest Derby-2nd [link]
URA Bday Bash-1st [link]
Monthly Races:
[link] 1st
[link] 2nd
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Other Races:
George M Adams Sprint [link] 4th
Marshland Derby [link] 2nd
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Training:
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Derby Preps:
Risen Star Stakes [link]

Story:
Derby Day Take 2. Kentucky Derby the Sequel. El Derbio Dos. My 2nd Kentucky Derby ever.
Kyle grinned. Today was his lucky day. It was full of 2s. Derby number 2. Alex's post position was 2. Kyle was 22. There was $2million to win. The race was 2 turns. He woke up at 2:2--

"Kyle!" Colette ran over. She held down her large, flowery derby hat so it wouldn't fall off into one of the many mud puddles on the ground. She reached Kyle and fanned herself with her program. "There you are! Dimitri is at the Paddock with Alex already. They're gonna call riders up soon."

Kyle and Colette ran down to the paddock. They found a sweaty, muddy, and VERY angry Dimitri.

"This damn horse!" he yelled and threw the reins at Colette. "You walk him! Let him trip you!"
Alex headbutted Dimitri, who fell into the mud again. He got up and swore loudly.

Kyle laughed and patted Alex's sweaty neck. It was an awful day. Well not really, it was sunny outside, but the recent rains had left the ground looking like a swamp and made it unbearably humid. Kyle was pretty sure the humidity was giving him a bad hair day.

"Alright, let's talk strategy." Dimitri growled. "You're in post 2, so get out of that gate fast and bring him off the rail. Its way too soggy there for his liking. He likes an off track, not a freakin swamp. Try to keep him near the front. He doesn't like a lot of dirt in his face."

"Yuhuh." Kyle mumbled. Dimitri said the same thing before every race. Kyle was pretty sure he knew how the horse worked better than Dimitri.

"Oooh, Dimitri, look!" Colette pointed to a striking bay colt who was being saddled quite a bit away from the other horses. He was trying to kick and bite the men attempting to tighten his girth.

"Are those stripes on him?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah," Dimitri nodded "Fight Club. Number 6."

The rest of the field made its way out into the paddock. Kyle said hello to his many friends.

"The poor guy is going to look like a bay when the race his over!" Kyle patted Sassafras John's gleaming white shoulder.

"Yeah!" His owner wailed "And after I spent a whole day bathing him!"

"Hey Kyle! Good luck!" Kyle waved to Destiny and Jose from TMS. They were both waving THS Pick Up Line signs. "Lassie says good luck!"

Kyle walked back over to Alex and the THS Crew. The call for rider's up came. Dimitri gave him a leg up.

"Good luck, Kyle. I have faith in you. For once." he said.
Kyle grinned and walked onto the track. The roar of the crowd was deafening. He saw Alex's odds on the board. 2-1. Excellent.