In the seventh race at California's Santa Anita Park one day last week, No. 6 was a horse named Rock X, No. 5 was Bright Mark. At his window under the grandstand, just before post time, a little ticket seller named Lonnie Gray was impassively, handing out $10 pari-mutuel tickets to a line of impatient betters. Suddenly a batch of tickets was poked back through the window and an irate customer demanded that he be given what he had asked for—five tickets on No. 6, not No. 5. Because the tickets had been punched...
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