At certain times on the calendar the volume and quality of sport on offer to fans and competitors alike overflows the capacity for any single person to absorb. It is an embarrassment of riches and at present we are in the midst of one such bonanza of events. Where to begin?
"Here, hold the horse," said the aging groom. "I'll be right back." And with that, he handed me the lead rope attached to the halter of Secretariat, perhaps the greatest racehorse of all time, winner of the Triple Crown in 1973.
My wife Liz and I knew nothing about horse racing at the time, but in our minds, we thought, why not? We soon learned that the owners had undersold the ability of the horse, he was more than "pretty good."
The beauty and majesty of thoroughbred horse racing is indeed poetry in motion. When these magnificent animals take to the track, they do what is in their blood to do... they do what they were born to do... they run.
Now that was exciting, a carbon copy of the Kentucky Derby. Bodemeister led the entire Preakness until he was caught at the wire by I'll Have Another. I'm just sorry we won't see Bodemeister in the Belmont.
Mitt Romney's next major campaign move, selecting his Vice Presidential nominee, might decide what looks to be a very close general election. If you don't believe me, look no further than Sarah Palin in 2008.
This year's Preakness mascot is Kegasus, half man, half horse. The whole idea is to draw "party animals." Let's see, music, lots of beer and a bikini contest. And you wonder why ticket sales are up 17%?