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Left before the races were over, (which I've never done) 'cause I'm nursing a shoulder injury that wakes me up everytime I move it in my sleep. Then the medicine makes me nauseous. I'll bounce back... I'm 3 feet tall and bullet-proof. Come down sometime Hal and I'll buy you a sammitch.
That's what happens when you have to load your own horses and trailer and carry your own cooler and open your own beers, now you know how my shoulders feel.
JS keeps referring to you as a "big mule" It took me awhile to catch on to whom he was talking about
Clark, Steve, and the Pauls are all my friends. Would love to get back over Thurs if things allow. Either way, best of luck! You were in super tough Fri, should have a lot better shot next out. Regardless of of the outcome enjoy the experience.