I am home again. I have been back to New Orleans twice since my last journal. We have run from two Huricanes, and then changed jobs to Macon, Georgia. The most fun thing I have done lately is have lunch at the Whistle Stop Cafe in Juliette, GA. It is where the movie Fried Green Tomatoes was filmed. Of course that was the first thing we ordered and they were awesome. I couldn't leave without a t shirt.
While we were in New Orleans we realized the depth of our addiction. We figured out how to clone mac address's from our computers to the xbox's so we could tap into the hotels wireless and get on XBL. It was slow sometimes but totally worth the trouble. We had a sute so there were two tv's, so we had both xbox's with us.
In other news. Maggie and Duncan are professional travelers by now. They came to us from a kennel in Ohio, and flew into Houston. We lived in Galveston for six months, Texas City for two months, Nebraska for six months, Our house in Iowa for two months, Baton Rouge for four months, New Orleans for two months, and finally Macon GA for one month with short trips home in between. They turned two years old on Sept 24th (Maggie) and Sept 27th (Duncan). So now they are full grown hounds.
The worst part of being home is that now I am sick. I don't know if it's a cold from changing climates or allergies. Eiither way it feels like my head is going to explode. I am goig to get some rest see you guys around.
Well one more time....I hate hotels.. I have been totally depressed and not doing anything but sleeping.. I am going HOME on Monday. Once again i am going to try to catch up on my alerts and see what the rest of you have been up to while I was wasting away in the Big Easy. There is alot to do here, but it's no fun by myself. I will be back here in two or three weeks, so who is coming to visit????
Me Again...I am not where you guys left me. We have been home, back to Baton Rouge, and Now reside in the New Orleans. We just got here on Sunday, so I haven't had time to check the place out yet, but I will keep you posted. The only thing I have learned by going everywhere... is that HOME is better than anywhere. I am trying to catch up on my alerts list, when I am done I will do another journal entry.
Horse racing is alot of things. A sport. A business. A spectical.
The track is a place for hopeful beginning, triumph, and sometimes heartbreak and always at the center of it all are the horses.
This is an exchange between her soon to be groom and her new trainer Frank Whitley. Franks responses are the latter. She's a Queen. ... don't forget "Man O War's" half brother pulled a milk cart.
She's got class.. you never know until we run her.
She got alot of muscle under that baby fat... it ain't muscle yet.
Her description by sports writter of the the decade. Bill Nack, who after Ruffian's match race never covered horse racing full time again.
Ruffian... She was built like a watch.
A study in balance.
A big tall full bodied filly with a neck and head so fine.
Like a drawing by Davinci.
This is of course because I watched the movie about her short life today. They did a very good job with the historical accuracy as well as the look of the horse playing the part. Even Ruffian's trainer who they nicknamed "The Fox of Laurel" for his ability to keep his eye on his horses competion as well as his own horses and their strict schedule of training. Aptly named the horse tha wouldn't stop running, and buried nose to the wire in the infiled at Belmot Part. She is the only champion buried at Belmont park. Horses of recent years Smarty Jones and Barbaro have been put in a group with her for their popularity with the people and un relenting spirit. She was unbeaten in 10 of 11 races. The people who saw the match race where she broke down say that she won 11 out of 11 because she was winning when she went down. Her only oponent the best colt of the day "Foolish Pleasure". She won the filly triple crown, and set a track record in every race she ran save her last. She even broke the great "Secretariat's track records. She was truely a horse that loved to run.
Ok, so now you know she is one of the horses that got me hooked on this sport. Before her there was Secretariat, and before him the books I read about "Man O War" who's decendant you know as Seabiscuit.