The Twilight Zone.
So apparently even though today's first post isn't until 2:45 and the first simulcast signal isn't until 12:50 (Monmouth), the track still must open at 11. I say "apparently" because I can figure no other reason why I'd be sitting here handicapping a $5,000 claimer that's two hours away at 10:30 a.m.
Going to be a scorcher today, probably with some rain as well. Too much food last night. Even Sciacca was stuffed. Willie Martinez just came by to say what's up, in town for Brass Hat tomorrow. Buff Bradley was at the restaurant last night, as was Phil Serpe.
First glance at the card has it looking tough, but of much better quality than yesterday.
Got an awesome picture of Fed Watcher yesterday that I'll post later, but apparently my flash fucked up his concentration, because he was sittin' sideways in the stretch. That Pletcher horse is a serious runner as well. Homeboy is having a tough meet thus far however.
Back in a few after I take a deeper look at the card.
AN OBSERVATIONAL, SELF-DEPRECATING, SOMETIMES UNCOMFORTABLE, BUT OCCASIONALLY INSIGHTFUL LOG OF A 20-YEAR-OLD CITY KID'S SARATOGA SUMMER
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