This was not how I imagined it would be. In my head I imagined more action, me sitting upright, perched on the edge of my seat, eating crackerjacks or something, waving my ticket in the air, cheering exuberantly. Fun. I guess I imagined it would be more fun, and maybe it would have been on a different day, or at a different place, or with a different crowd. Men. Mostly there were men. Smoky, bulky, creepy men with shifty eyes. The race flew by and before we could blink Shuttle Cock was a loser, and we were out $10 bucks, and that was the end of that.