RIP Sports Town.
This thread got me thinking about something I've been dealing with for a while.
It has to do with "hope" in a tough tough game.
I've booked my mares to stallions I've picked. Waited eleven months.
Paid all the fees, stud, vets, Jockey Club, farm, on and on... believe me, it's not the money. A lot has to do with the "hope".
Watching the foal stand on it's wobbly legs and take its first sip, listening to its mommy scream for it when its weaned. When its tacked up and ground broke, lunged, ridden with a pony on a lead, then on its own, well, it's really part of a tough tough game.
I'm just trying to put a face on all the effort that goes into a horse before it even gets to the track. It's more than money. It's love.
So, to all the folks that had their hands on Sports Town, the breeder, the groom, the friend that brought a carrot or a mint, the mucker, the hotwalker, the trainers and riders, and all the others whose lives have been touched by the hope they had in you, Sports Town, thanks. May you rest in peace, and be assured that the love they've put your way won't be forgotten, nor will the hope you inspired in them. It's a tough tough game.
RIP
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