Feb 23 marked the opening day of the Spring thoroughbred meet at

Hawthorne Race Course

Many of the partners of the Red Rabbit Racing stable were in attendance at an owners bash thrown by Hawthorne's management in their Turf Club to welcome the horsemen to another season of racing.  

The drinks and eats were plentiful (and free) as Partners Peggy, Jean & Rick were joined by their respective escourts, Bob Johnson (Sr. brother of Peggy), Steve Gallo and my wife Kathy.  Unfortunately the funniest Rabbit of all, Jeff & wife Vicki, could not be in attendance due to a work comittment.

The night before the big bash, Jeff had written his fellow partners an absolutely hilarious e-Mail informing us that he could not get away.  In his e-mail he took the time to muse about the suffering he dreamed would befall the trainer who sold us an injured Salt Syn - finally back in race training in Ocala.

As it is one of the funniest things I have ever read, I include it below, editing slightly the name of the trainer who has run afoul of Jeff.   It is just a joke - and what a funny one. Picture left is of us all with Frank J K irby, ITHA President (notice Bob is holding a copy of Jeff's e-mail). Picture all the way on the bottom is Family Patriarch Robert Arthur Johnson attempting to deliver a huge Fluttering Joe Snap to the forehead of the unsuspecting victim.....


From:

 Jmjohnsonroofing@aol.com

Sent:

Thursday, February 22, 2007 6:50 PM

To:

 rick@rickyjohn.com; riverwds@hotmail.com; jeanagallo@sbcglobal.net

Cc:

 Jmjohnsonroofing@aol.com

 

Subject: HAWTHORNE BASH

Dearest fellow Rabbits, with great regret, I cannot make the Hawthorne Bash. I must finish a new construction job that we have been on for four days. With the big predicted rain storm on sat and sun we gotta get her done. Anyway's, here's how I visioned the the outcome of the bash.  As the Red Rabbit Racing Gang (dressed to kill), makes its way towards the table of one Frank J. K irby. Jean Rabbit reaches into her black sequined  handbag and pulls out a can of riot grade pepper spray and takes aim at the slippery slime . Close behind her is Peg Rabbit,now removing a horse whip from her right pant leg. This whip ,is the actuall whip that was used on Salt Syn,during her last race under the ownership of that dastardly dog,FJK. After a hot shot of pepper spray,and a determined horse whipping,a hulking Rick Rabbit removes a sawed off nine iron from under his suit coat. He belts out a roaring fooouuurrrr!, as several teeth from the wasted weasel go sailing into a nearby  punchbowl. Ah, last up, the red faced son of a stretch runner named Bob Johnson, known as Jeff Rabbit,pulls a pair of numb chucks from his waist band and lays a snap,crackle,and pop to the skull of the X Frank J K irby. From out of nowhere Steve(the hammer)Gallo appears and produces a baked bean gas bomb, which renders security helpless. The Red Rabbit Gang then makes its getaway, as they speed away in a suburban, headed south on I-55.  Have fun everybody

Jeff Rabbit