American Pharoah became the first horse in 37 years to win the Triple Crown, and I think I may be one of the few people who really could care less. I have nothing against horse racing; it’s just that I don’t care or really even see a reason why people are interested. I suppose it’s a time thing for me. The race lasts all of a few minutes at most. Give me something a tiny bit longer and I might take notice.
It’s an amazing accomplishment all things considered. Three different tracks each with different distances. Seven other horses each vying for the win. Health always factors in, except in this instance. It’s a sport, of sorts, and it takes skill, heart, and determination in order to win. Pharoah’s jockey knew exactly what he needed to do in order to give Pharoah that chance to win. Pharoah’s owner did likewise.
Now I’m drawing a complete blank as to what I want to say. Sunday morning. The grass is still too damp to mow. I think I’ll go be a hero in some imaginary world somewhere for awhile. The only question is where.