Thankfully, the title of today’s blog isn’t literal. . .it looks to be a beautiful day up here at the Spa. I am just feeling the usual Monday morning sadness when Susan has to head home on the 7a.m. from Albany back to NYC. Wouldn’t it be nice if the Saratoga trains catered to commuters? (Susan has a pathological fear of buses).
I don’t have time to be sad for long. It’s a crazy week up here with sales tonight and tomorrow, followed closely by the Saratoga Betting Challenge Wednesday and Thursday. If you’ve never done a live contest and are looking for a place to start, the NYRA ones, run by the amazing Kathy Locke, are fantastic. As I’ve written before, you truly feel like a VIP. Unless you’re amongst my competition, wish me luck. . .and I’ll except any charity INFO you wish to provide. Probs best to just DM me on twitter though, I don’t want everybody lumping on. . .
Last night was fun. Susan and I left the house to Mark, Louise, and Kristin and went out on a mini-date. Given the choice of anywhere in town for a Sunday night repast, Susan chose The Local, which hit the spot. We safely watched the crazy Saratoga storm from the comfort of our warm, dry booth. It created flash flood conditions out on Beekman Street but we eventually got out of there unscathed and returned safely home to watch a little of Season 3 Louie on the computer (I bet you didn’t know that in my life as an editor I acquired Louie producer Vernon Chatman’s upcoming book. It’s gonna be freaking hilarious).
I am still aiming to do a full write-up of Saturday, just waiting on the pictures. There wasn’t too much blowback from the Saturday night fiesta. A wine glass disappeared. I found my Harry Belafonte at Carnegie Hall record inside my signed, first edition Pet Sounds sleeve (Don’t worry, Louise, I won’t tell Ryan about this egregious party foul). My brain wattage was low on Sunday, so much so that I neglected to throw a fiver on the longshot winner of the Vanderbilt, despite being vehemently anti-Shackelford in the spot and having liked Poseidon’s Warrior enough to use as my alternate in the #Huddie contest. It’s a game that seemingly punishes every mistake, but yet does not reward every correct decision. Gang aft a-gley.
Race 7: $50 win and place on #3 LEAP
Notice how well Johnny V has been riding? And he’s obviously been doing it all with a very limited amount of mounts. And yet he shows up here in a statebred maiden? Adding to the appeal here are both the worktab and win early sire. Let’s see if we can get one home and officially turn things around.
MEET TO DATE RESULTS: $1,021.25 We didn’t even get a run yesterday after Cornhusker pulled up. But obviously my main concern is with the horse. Hopefully he came back OK.