IF WISHES WERE HORSES

IF WISHES WERE HORSESIndeed so. If only.OK then, I wish for a $200,000 quaddie on this coming Saturday.What are my chances?Yep, zero, or close enough. Zilch. So close to none it's not even funny.But then, people do pull it off.Miracles happen, just as they do with Lotto.As we hear so often, "someone has to win".It's a bit like that zebra philosophy in reverse. You know, the zebras all stay in a sizeable herd because, when the lions attack and pull one down, then statistically it won't

IF WISHES WERE HORSES

Indeed so. If only.

OK then, I wish for a $200,000 quaddie on this coming Saturday.

What are my chances?

Yep, zero, or close enough. Zilch. So close to none it's not even funny.

But then, people do pull it off.

Miracles happen, just as they do with Lotto.

As we hear so often, "someone has to win".

It's a bit like that zebra philosophy in reverse. You know, the zebras all stay in a sizeable herd because, when the lions attack and pull one down, then statistically it won't be you.

Uh huh... but someone has to lose.

And that's why it's the same in racing, only back to front.

You try to be out of the herd, because the herd won't win. OK? Weird.

If you're one of the mob, well, they all lose.

You try to be different.

Trouble is, the only way to that two hundred grand quaddie is by selecting the totally unusual, and then wishing your numbers can come up.

It's illogical, and it will be wrong almost every time. But someone, somewhere, will pick it.

Birthday dates, ages, lucky numbers, car numberplate numbers, whatever you like.

But not form, nor class, nor top rider, nor best stats, nor, well, we could go on and on.

Yes, beggars might ride.But look around you.

Seen any lately?

Oh there they are. See?

On those pink flying pigs up there.

(hoofnote: But I omitted one way to that pile that just might succeed for you,or for me, where all else fails. See if you can spot what I've omitted before next week when, as M. Poirot would say, all will be revealed).