10 years ago when I lived in Phoenix, I used to drink with the king of the horse players. We hung out at the same bar with an in-house OTB. He’d come in while he was out “running errands.” Getting his Caddy washed. Running out for a quart of milk. He’d bring the milk in with him and Myka the bartender would put it on the bar fridge. He usually nursed one cocktail over 4 or 5 hours and always played the 10 cent superfectas. His other rules were simple : never bet more than you can afford to say you didn’t win and always bet on the gray horse. He rarely lost. He always tipped Myka well. And he almost always forgot the milk.