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Time for sandbagginghandicapping for the Billygoat:
- I'll recycle my goal from last year of beating Phil, Charlie, and Sharon. Considering the decrepit state of the first two, I figure the third will be my toughest competition, although Charlie may be on the mend, in which case I'll just make the case that he's been using steroids.
- Scanning the results list, I think I determined that the best I could hope for would be 21st, and the worst I have to fear is 43rd. The former is counting just the people who I don't stand a chance of beating unless they get hurt or stay home or something, and the latter is if everybody I'm not sure about (and all names I don't recognize) beat me.
- Before the last-minute registration rush, I had been thinking that a top-15 placing among the men might be possible. But now that would take a good day, plus beating all of the people I don't know, plus at least four scalps.
- It's a shame that Mr. Breton isn't coming, because Miss Saeger is, and it would have been cool to get a photo of Hillary and Bernie.