It’s in my must-accomplish goals to visit Sea Hero again in 2013.
I’ve had some crushing moments this year. Union Rags was retired, Winter Memories bid the grass adieu too soon, Scoobers died, and now again I feel that unpleasant “smooshed” emotion.
It’s not like I thought I was guaranteed a spot on the ABRV, but when I applied, I felt I had a pretty darn good chance. Not many fans will run their own blog about the sport, raise money for its retirees, attract hundreds of followers, pick out some longshots, AND have a powerhouse education working in media. I had a chance, but at the same time no chance unbeknownst to me: apparently they never even got my application. Computer/email glitch I guess, what are the odds. For all I know I could have gotten in and someone else is going to be cruising around in my spot, but I’ll never know and trumpeting around in my current anguished mood probably won’t solve anything or make me look any good. I don’t know what burns me more… the missed opportunity, or the chances I’ll find even more reasons to scoff at ABR’s campaign this coming year. (I vociferously despise their website’s hackneyed message and design as well as their “experts” at the booths)
SEE! I DID SEND IT!
The interesting thing about destruction is that while one thing dies, it leaves room for another to begin. I intend on carrying out the web video series (I have it drafted out, just need to find time to shoot later this week when I’m done with most of my finals). Why? Not so much to get page hits, but because that’s what is needed. I had a whole laundry list of things I planned on hauling with me to Kentucky to dump out on the table, why can’t I do it from Massachusetts? I have so many ideas, and none of them necessarily require me to have a salary to go with them. The great thing about horse racing is that you can pluck things from it to go with anything in life: did Cigar yield to Soul of the Matter? No! He said hell no, I ran too good today to be bested by the likes of you! And came on again.
Maybe I’ll apply again next year… maybe that’s what’s even in the stars for me. For now, I have finals to work on and big dreams to dream. Thank you all for reading my sordid finger tappings, it will not have been done in vain.
Highest of hoofs!