Del Mar Online Racing Community
Chat about horses, racing, and the industry.
I took a trip to LA to visit my x-wife and two year old son, which I have been doing since the split every other weekend. We are civil now and usually do activities as a family including trips to the beach, Sea World, Zoo's and Santa Anita. I love the trips to Santa Anita, obviously. It is also fun for the lad due to the infield, sights, sounds and friendly people.
On my most recent trip last weekend, I suggested we take in Hollywood Park since it will be closing this year. I have been there over the years, mostly on the big friday night concert cards of the past. It was decided we would head over this past Sunday.
After a leisurely drive west on the 105 (is it the 105?) through beautiful south central Los Angeles, we exited on Prairie. I was surprised we were able to park for free, used to the gouging at Santa Anita. The cars in the half full parking lot averaged a 1992 model year and I saw more primer than I have in a lifetime. Putting the boy in the ser the X asked "Do you feel like a scumbag taking our son in there?", I just shrugged.
Upon entering the gates we decided to grab a few burgers by the paddock, the wind was whipping up quite a bit and made gathering our order somewhat difficult for the worker and us. A man that looked like a 138 year old Randy Travis sighed impatiently while we got the food and ser in order and left for a place to eat. I knew this man wasn't Randy Travis, it was Mike Mitchell. Dick.
We found a spot on the stairs in the middle of nearly empty grandstand and ate our burgers, which average at best were the best part of the trip. Once the burgers were gone, I asked her "who do you like in the first r......" I was interrupted by a man screaming at the top of his lungs at is wife. They were coming closer towards us and I started to make out what they were saying "Love you female dog! I am sick of fucking losing! Get the heck out of my way before I knock you the heck out!". His wife hung back with their three children, holding onto a bag of Del Taco food they had brought in. He stormed off down the grandstand. Classy.
After the first race I had the urge to use the restroom, I took the boy with me as he was done hanging out in his ser. The large bathroom was empty, however there was an empty bottle of tide on the floor and about 6 pairs of pants, 8 shirts and a few pairs of underwear that were washed in the sink hanging on the stall walls. The whole scene seemed sketchy so I took him back up to his mom and ser and went back alone. I proceeded to check every single stall (there must be 30) for a single one that was not covered in old piss or destroyed in other ways and was unsuccessful.
We bet the second race, won and went home. Now I realize that the track is not made for children and roll my eyes when people make it seem like everything needs to be. I would have left at the same time had I been alone. Who in their right mind would even put up a fight to keep this place open? It is clear that everyone gave up a long time ago.
Some of us have to multi task and doing the laundry between races just happens to work for me. There was a thick marine layer the day you were there and I thought the clothes would be easier to dry in the expanse of the lower level bathroom than hanging them on the outside rail, as I usually do.
By the way, thanks for the report and welcome to the forum.
The Dodgers Suck. No Championships in 25 Years. HAHA
Welcome to our wonderful forum Frito.
Sorry you had a rough day. Glad you won. I'll talk to Jack Liebeu this afternoon and try to clean things up, moving forward. Please come back asap.
Here's hoping you and your ex get back together soon and yada, yada, yada.
Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.
Avatar: My cuzin Isaac Murphy - a jock I'm tying to emulate in character and winning percentage - almost 47% lifetime.
Who is online
Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 4 guests