The Finish

The last time I was at the track, I was walking by the paddock on my way to the Little Fillys' Room, and passed by a jockey getting last-minute instructions from a trainer. She wound up a detail-laden speech by flinging her arms out and saying: "Big finish!"


The jockey suddenly became very, very interested in the details of his whip. Since he couldn't laugh, I picked up his slack and snickered the entire way to the toilet.


"Big finish!" Did he and the horse have a solo in the tap-dance finale? How else is he supposed to know not to fall off or, you know, get to the wire before everybody else does?


The horse came in eighth, btw. Tiny finish!


January 6, 2004

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