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Sean Clancy 
The wind whips. The tea is strong. Wolverhampton replays on the telly. A jumper, an all-weather specialist and a couple of spring turf hopes canter past the window. A retired greyhound begs for a sausage. The butter sits on the counter. The bread, the milk, too. The door sways in the wind. The Aga warms the room. Racing Posts, a tweed jacket, Cheltenham hats wait in boxes on the table.
Proper jump racing at Kelso and Newbury and a belter of a card at Gulfstream Park that includes the Grade 2 Fountain of Youth. Who do you like? In between, you have it all – start in England and finish in West Virginia, here’s your Saturday Special.
The gym is packed. Fourteen machines, most in use, grind and groan like old cars on cold mornings. Old men, mostly, grind and groan with the machines. Knee braces and wrist bands, sore hips and new hips, cotton Polo shirts and 90’s Reebok sneakers, belly fat and gray heads.
After a conference call, I find the Hitchcock Woods and run. Run it out. Run off the frustration. Run off the fear. Run off the stress.
Racing on Thursday 7 February cancelled due to equine influenza cases.
It’s happened the past few weekends, I have actually thought to myself, “Should be time for the Sunday Long Read.” And in minutes, sometimes seconds, the Sunday Long Read comes across my email.
In a day, I might read anything from a chapter of Churchill at the Gallop by Brough Scott to a feature in the Washington Post (Why did you do This?) to the overnight at Tampa Bay Downs in search of an extra race for a certain horse. Some days, the overnights are the best reading.
ST January summit? Every year we meet and every year we talk about revving up the content here. Joe and Tom rallied this week, Joe tracking down Pat Kelly about the people’s horse, Evening Attire, while Tom actually went to the races, he’ll be on top of the action at the Pegasus at Gulfstream Park. Sure, the action is there, check out Tom’s Pegasus Special, but here’s the rest of the Saturday action from Cheltenham to Charles Town.
I always look. Just a token, wistful, wishful glance, never in the front, knowing that’s out of reach and surely you’d know, but thinking perhaps in the back, the asterisk column of The Best American Sports Writing. It’s called notable sports writing (from the previous year). This year, I escaped to the three-door privacy of the bathroom in the first-floor guestroom in my brother and sister-in-law’s house on Deerfield Lake in Shelby County, Alabama. Book in hand, a moment of peace.
