Lads, I’m about done with this. Another weekend, another downpour, and another race where the form book might as well have been written in crayon. You spend hours digging into stats, jockey changes, and track conditions, only for the skies to open and turn it all into a lottery. I had a solid pick for the 3:15—decent odds, horse loves soft ground—but by the time they hit the final furlong, it was like watching a tractor pull. Lost by a neck to some 20/1 nag that probably thrives in a swamp. Outdoor betting’s been a slog lately; feels like the weather’s got more say than the runners. Anyone else just staring at their soaked tickets wondering why we bother?