On Wednesday down in Texas, we headed out to the local Dog Track after finishing up with the customer. It was $.50 hot dog and beer night, which brings out the best in people. The place was barren except for hardcore gamblers. We had no idea what we were doing and picked most of the dogs from either the tip sheet or by which one pooped when they paraded the dogs out on the track. Makes sense, right? The lighter the dog, the faster they run? I ended up talking to this older woman with no teeth trying to get some help on picking the dogs. She had a table full of paperwork laid out in front of her. She said she was there every night and spends about 2 - 3 hours a day reviewing the information BEFORE getting there. Wow. Somehow a very large woman with a gold tooth latched onto our group and kept following us around.