NSAA Newsletter
Sometime last spring, Junior Boothe, while sitting at the weekly
Burger King coffee pow-wow with the Pali Boys in La Crescenta, came up with a ball
buster of an idea, “Hey isn’t it about time for a Del Mar junket reunion?”
A call down there found them at a $175 a night, tax included. With our
usual triple occupancy, we could do 2 nights for $117 each. Certainly in the affordability
range of damn near everybody. Then we had to figure out who wanted to go. Surprisingly
to some, (but not surprisingly to others) Neil found no interest from either Ronnie Combs
or Bif , both of whom made 24 of these back-in-the-day. Then Norm, with 30 junkets under
his belt, initially jumped aboard, but inexplicably change his mind later on.
LETS CUT TO THE ACTION. The weekend of November 14- 16 was picked
to avoid opening weekend crowds. Luckily for us, we caught blue skies, with 70 degree
highs and 60 degree lows on all 3 days. Neil led the assault by arriving on Thursday
afternoon after which, 24 hours later, the rest of the goons rolled in to the motel, then
hopped directly to the track for the early 12:30 post.
THE TRACK. Conversely, the racetrack was virtually unrecognizable.
Gone are the bleachers and the old tote board. In their place is a giant tent where
the non-gambling crowd (I'm only here for the concerts) can go to eat Falafels and Gyros while
sipping sauvignon blanc. The tote is now some sort of plastic matrix board that looks like
it should be in a Vegas casino. Plus, when they have a full field of 12 it’s virtually
impossible to read.
I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the contentious and otherwise
difficult cards they presented on all 3 days. There were a lot of baby races, a lot
of short races and a lot of races with winners that left most of our seasoned handicappers
scratching their heads. Matter of fact, after one day of racing, Tom Waz, purveyor
of West Handicapping, threw up his hands and refused to partake the rest of the weekend.
We have never seen this move before. Furthermore, in the end, all 12 punters ended
up in the red. It was brutal out there. Right column please ----> |
THE GAVONERY. Age DOES matter apparently. We saw none of the
following activities, all of which were staples a decade ago. No Belly Up bar, no dog
races in Mexico, no restaurants for dinner, no bowling, no Oceanside card rooms, no Indian
casinos and no beach bunnies in any of the rooms.
THE BBQs. For the first time ever, we decided to go with hamburgers,
chips, dips and salads purchased by Bruce and the Commish earlier on. This because no
one would have time to hit the market for steaks until after the races on Friday.
Both Qs worked out great, with Saturdays maybe being slightly better than Fridays…mainly
because Chuck ran out and bought a rack of hot dogs and buns (on his own dime) and we broke
out some russet potatos which Bruce baked up to perfection. There was a great vibe at
both parties with sterling jib all around.
THE POKER. Yeah, it came off as predicted on both nights.
On Friday Dave and Tim hosted a spirited, 9-man game which lasted til about 10:30 but
Saturday’s attempt fizzled when only 4 guys showed up. As I went to bed, Bruce was
out on the patio hustling women motel guests for a few more players. “There’s poker
in room 123.” Bwa-ha-ha, good luck with that one.
THE FEEDBACK. Everybody I heard from had a great time and wondered
if this might be more than just a one-time reunion. “I forgot how much fun this is.”
and “It doesn’t get much better than this.” were typical comments. But the greatest
enthusiasm of all came from Tom Waz when he uttered upon departure on Sunday, “Com-mish-na, for
the most part, this worked.” High praise indeed.
HATS OFF TO NON-PARTICIPANTS. We cant wrap this up without a note
of “thanks” to 3 folks who contributed mightily to the trip’s success. First was
Strings, even though long since retired and living in Oregon, who called down to the
track for some grandstand passes on our behalf. Second, was Del Mar media director, Mac
McBride, who answered that phone call and then mailed me in Sebastopol, (in a 9x12
Priority envelope) a full set of Del Mar pamphlets and 14 or 15 passes. And finally,
to Janet Boothe who virtually set-up this whole trip up by calling down to the motel
numerous times during the 6 month run-up, to find out stuff like: “How many BBQs are
available?”, “How much are the roll-aways?” “Are the reservations transferred to the
correct credit cards?”, “What are the check-in, check-out times?” , etc., etc. And then,
for the capper, ordered all our plastic cups and plates off of Amazon.com. We couldn’t
have possibly pulled this junket off without her.
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