The majority of us who descended upon Shakopee's new track in 1985 were neophytes when it came to pari-mutuel wagering. The information available on the charts in the Daily Racing Form might as well have been a pop quiz in trigonometry.
Calvin Griffith, the former Twins owner and unique as a philosopher, opined that the state's decisionmakers erred in placing the track, christened Canterbury Downs, on the Minneapolis side of the river.
"Minneapolis has all those frugal Scandinavians," Calvin said. "They will go to the track with $10 in their billfold and make sure they don't lose it all."
Expert though he was on frugality, Calvin was wrong to a degree. Not all of us with a tight grip on the tenner were Scandinavians.
There was no state lottery in 1985, and Indian gaming still consisted of bingo parlors. We were excited at the lure of actual gambling, although completely confused on how to go about it.
I was there twice a week, minimum, with friends and family during that first summer, and for a couple of years after that. We were looking for easy methods to decide on a bet, and took note of jockey Mike Smith's ability to turn $5 into $25 more often than others.
Smith became a heroic figure of those early, adventurous days at Canterbury Downs for me, and my son Chris, and my brother Michael, and his collection of fellow reprobates from Prior Lake.
The Scandinavians were betting hard on Ron Hansen in the first weeks of racing, and he was winning often on favorites, but we were Mike Smith guys — in for $5, maybe even the whole $10, on this Hispanic kid from New Mexico who was 19 years old when Canterbury started racing in 1985.