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Vernon Downs, late 1980's. My buddy and I are down at the fence as the horses are scoring down before the race. Driver Fred Sheats is going by us kind of close the fence, so I yell out to him "Hey Freddy is your horse any good tonight", and he responds out one side of his mouth with "Sheeeeeeeiiiit". So every time I went to the track that season and Freddy had one racing I'd go down to the fence and ask if he was any good that night. Got the same response every time until the one time he didn't say shit when I asked and he subsequently won at 8-1.