"Ey, Davey, what time is it?"
"I don't know, does it look like I can afford a watch? Find out for yourself.
"'Scuse me madam, do you have the time?"
" It's 12:15. And I'll take a paper if you don't mind." She responded, handing him some change.
" Thank you mam." He then turned his attentions toward David. " All right, we got us 45 minutes to get to the track and bet on a horse. You ready to head that way?"
"Race you're crazy. It costs more to bet on that goofy horse then it does to buy two- hundred papes. How can you waste your money there all the time?"
"It's all about the excitement of the Race Davey. The chance that you might win. Now come on."
"You know Race, they have places for people like you."
"Oh and where would that--- HEY WATCH IT!" Race yelled at the runt that had distracted him by knocking him to the ground as he turned a corner. Of course, compared to Racetrack, he wasn't a runt, which isn't saying much. He was at least 5'7, which beat Race by a few inches.
"Sorry" The kid mumbled, then kept walking.
Race looked down and saw the sports page of the World lying on the ground. The headline read White Sox Beat Yankees. "At lest he probably bought this from one of our Newsies." He mumbled quietly, deciding what to do. "'Ey kid, you dropped this." He shouted. The boy turned around and saw the paper.
"Yeah, thanks." He said indignantly, grabbing it from him.
"You a Yankees fan, kid?" Race asked.
He smirked, "No, da Chicago White Sox actually." He even pronounced Chicago right, Chicago.
"White Sox, huh? They're good this year, but no where near the Yankees." Race said. David stood back, knowing from Race's character that an argument was brewing between them.
" Yeah, well your Yankees got creamed by my White Sox yesterday." The boy responded.
"It's only the foyst game of the serious Sport, we'll come back. You'll see it in the papes tomorrow. Yankees bury White Sox six feet under ground. What a lovely thought."
"You keep dreaming Yankee boy. The White Sox are going all the way this year."
" You care to make a wager on that?" Race challenged.
"How's that going to work? We don't know each other, don't know where the other person lives, and if we decide to meet tomorrow, the loser just won't show up." The boy rationalized.
"Right Sport, good thinking. Hmmm." Race though, trying to think of a plan. "How 'bout this, we wait outside of the game tonight and ask the people who won as they leave?"
" Great, I'll meet you there tonight, loser buys dinner." The kid agreed.
"All right then, I'll be sure to come hungry."
" You are two of the stupidest people I've ever met." David spoke up, sick of their pathetic testosterone fest. They both glared at him; upset he would insult their competitive attitudes. Dave knew it was time to change the subject fast. "Anyway Race, we need to go if you want to make it to the track on time."
Race gave him a disgusted look. "Forget the track you lazy bummer, we gots papes to sell." He replied stalking away, as David followed behind him, leaving the kid to continue on his way.
"I don't know, does it look like I can afford a watch? Find out for yourself.
"'Scuse me madam, do you have the time?"
" It's 12:15. And I'll take a paper if you don't mind." She responded, handing him some change.
" Thank you mam." He then turned his attentions toward David. " All right, we got us 45 minutes to get to the track and bet on a horse. You ready to head that way?"
"Race you're crazy. It costs more to bet on that goofy horse then it does to buy two- hundred papes. How can you waste your money there all the time?"
"It's all about the excitement of the Race Davey. The chance that you might win. Now come on."
"You know Race, they have places for people like you."
"Oh and where would that--- HEY WATCH IT!" Race yelled at the runt that had distracted him by knocking him to the ground as he turned a corner. Of course, compared to Racetrack, he wasn't a runt, which isn't saying much. He was at least 5'7, which beat Race by a few inches.
"Sorry" The kid mumbled, then kept walking.
Race looked down and saw the sports page of the World lying on the ground. The headline read White Sox Beat Yankees. "At lest he probably bought this from one of our Newsies." He mumbled quietly, deciding what to do. "'Ey kid, you dropped this." He shouted. The boy turned around and saw the paper.
"Yeah, thanks." He said indignantly, grabbing it from him.
"You a Yankees fan, kid?" Race asked.
He smirked, "No, da Chicago White Sox actually." He even pronounced Chicago right, Chicago.
"White Sox, huh? They're good this year, but no where near the Yankees." Race said. David stood back, knowing from Race's character that an argument was brewing between them.
" Yeah, well your Yankees got creamed by my White Sox yesterday." The boy responded.
"It's only the foyst game of the serious Sport, we'll come back. You'll see it in the papes tomorrow. Yankees bury White Sox six feet under ground. What a lovely thought."
"You keep dreaming Yankee boy. The White Sox are going all the way this year."
" You care to make a wager on that?" Race challenged.
"How's that going to work? We don't know each other, don't know where the other person lives, and if we decide to meet tomorrow, the loser just won't show up." The boy rationalized.
"Right Sport, good thinking. Hmmm." Race though, trying to think of a plan. "How 'bout this, we wait outside of the game tonight and ask the people who won as they leave?"
" Great, I'll meet you there tonight, loser buys dinner." The kid agreed.
"All right then, I'll be sure to come hungry."
" You are two of the stupidest people I've ever met." David spoke up, sick of their pathetic testosterone fest. They both glared at him; upset he would insult their competitive attitudes. Dave knew it was time to change the subject fast. "Anyway Race, we need to go if you want to make it to the track on time."
Race gave him a disgusted look. "Forget the track you lazy bummer, we gots papes to sell." He replied stalking away, as David followed behind him, leaving the kid to continue on his way.