Ordinarily, the dapper little man in the paddock only had sour scorn for hunch players. But hunch shook him hard that afternoon in Chicago when a horse pulled up in the walking ring and looked him square in the face. "If ever a horse told anyone he was going to win, that horse told me," says Handicapper Hugh Matheson. "I went over and got a bet down on his nose. When I told my wife, she was furious. 'That goat,' she exploded, 'That goat is 80 to 1!' "
The goat, of course, won (otherwise...
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