Amtrak and I are shuffling down the banks of the Hudson River at the moment, so you must know what that means. The live racing part of the summer has come to a merciful end for Giuseppe and I'll soon be maneuvering around tourists in the center of the universe, rocking that college thing and doing my money burning from the comfort of my four walls in Brooklyn.
Needless to say, the blog has been a disappointment for the most part, but for those of you who've beared (bore?) with me, I'll try to really make with the write write through Monday. Tomorrow's card is outstanding by any standards, and I'll be sure to run it over repeatedly tonight as long as I don't become alarmingly soused at an early hour. One would think there'd be a big "welcome home" box social for the kid, but the rugrats I hang with aren't much for sentimentality.
Don't forget as well, that I've got about a hundred pictures to share with the masses from my five weeks up at the Springs, so there's that.
There also will be a Joeyseph + Breeders' Cup announcement fairly soon thanks to one Mr. Byk.
More later. You're not dead yet!
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