Thursday, February 21, 2008


From the Archives. (May 2006) Maybe it’s because I grew up in an equestrian town where the elite ponies train then race before going on to the big time.

Maybe it’s because racetracks and steeplechases and training grounds and polo chukkers are ubiquitous to the place.

Maybe it’s because my little brother was a fearless polo player.

And maybe it’s because a whole section of my town of origin was unpaved to better suit the magnificent thoroughbreds.

Yeah, maybe it’s because my childhood is laced with so many memories of hall-of-famers racing across the grass that I get a lump in my throat every single time I read about Barbaro.

Current headline > Barbaro’s Chances: 50/50.

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