With minutes to go before the 12:50 at Newbury Saturday, there’s a false start in the 12:45 at Towcester. I push away from my lap top, mutter and stammer. Yes, I’m cursing a false start 3,524 miles away. My mother, father and wife look at me, a combination of disdain and wonder.
They have no idea what’s coming. I know what’s coming.
The split screen. The nadir of international racehorse viewing.
Classic Case, Endofdiscussion, Lord Landen and the rest of the handicap chasers from Towcester line up and go again, but the false start has ruined GBI’s fine-tuned schedule. Actually, my fine-tuned schedule. When asked about Thanksgiving plans, I said, “Valdez at 7:50 Saturday…oh yeah, dinner with my parents in Pennsylvania Thursday.”
But, now a false start, this is like the stuffing being ready before the turkey. The big screen goes to the split screen, the 12:50 novice chase at Newbury...