Perhaps I was a little too hasty to say I'll never listen to Good ol' Pete's handicapping tips.
I've since come home, had a beer, and cooled down from what was a more annoying than usual day at the windows.
I can't rip the man too much. He has hit a Pick 6.
All together now: "WE'RE ALL REEEEEAAAAALLLLL IMPRESSED!"
That said, someone has to take the brunt of my frustrations and it may as well be the guy who told me Hatta Fort and Mr. Bourbon Street were stone-cold locks.