![]() So the parade to this point sucked. Traditionally the worst part would have been yet to come. This is when the local Kent Desormeauxs would saddle up Silver and plod along the route. A few years ago, though, somebody had the brilliant idea - (I'm not sure if that's sarcasm or not) - to paint a grid on the street. The idea was that you could buy a square and the first horse to drop a Hot Equine Karl into one of the squares would give that "lucky" box owner the pot of money wagered. Only in Leonard can you find a way to gamble on a horse taking a dump on main street. Thus, the picture. A man in an orange ten gallon hat is calling the play-by-play of a horse trotting around attempting to take a crap as a transfixed crowd of gamblers and non-wagering horse poop enthusiasts takes it all in. This is a breathtaking scene of one of America's great pasttimes. That's Fall Festival. That's Leonard. And that's a whole bunch of disappointed people, because tragically, the repulsive inactivity of a large brigade of horse rectums failed to produce any cash for their wagerers. |