THE INSIDE RAIL | by Sean Clancy

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Post time: 9:00. A long awaited coup about to be unleashed. Gamblers, pundits, fans and scribes wait for the moment. The Saturday moment. The race of the day.

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Things learned, questioned and pondered at the Middleburg Spring Races Saturday…

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59 degrees and raining. Two old geldings, one dark bay, one white, huddle under a tree in the front field, heads hung low, noses inches from the ground. The rain creates a sheen across their backs. 

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Nothing like a winner. When I rode races, I couldn’t understand the enjoyment, the interest of the owners. How could they get so excited, they’re not riding the horse? Now, that I can’t ride, don’t ride, I understand.

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52 degrees and sunny.

Beautiful Monday morning after a few days traveling and a few days racing. It's spring time, racing season, horses on the grass, miles on the car.