Back in my heyday, at Yonkers, the horse owners were never around for Winner’s Circle photos. So my friends and I, drunk as skunks, would hang out by the rail and pounce when we didn’t see any owners show up after a race. We would give the photographer $10 and he’d let us onto the track and into the Winner’s Circle photo. So, whenever the owners tracked down the photo, they would see a bunch of drunk Irish 21-year-olds posing as the owners….