Throwing a Strike in the Colonial Cup
Sue Sensor hugged and cried at the top of the grandstand. Arch Kingsley numbly walked down the far steps. Wendy Kingsley walked up the center steps in slow-motion awe. Jaime Camacho, hell, he was on the inside rail pumping his left fist and throwing a halter and shank like a cowboy throws a lasso.
“He was brilliant, wasn’t he?” Sensor said, crying, moments after the race. “Just brilliant.”




