The old joke goes something like this: A tourist wandering around in New York City sees a tuxedo-clad musician getting out of a cab. He's carrying his instrument. Relieved, the tourist walks up and asks, “Can you tell me how to get to Carnegie Hall?”
Without missing a beat, the musician says, “Practice.” And walks on.
If only horseracing was so simple.
If only horseracing was so simple.
