I'm going to be squished in with the fellow unwashed masses at Belmont, with a group of friends including one I've known since middle school. Lucky for me, she's tall, so she'll be able to tell me what's happening.
I'm actually not quite as sick to my stomach with anxiety as I was in the 3 weeks leading up to Smarty's Belmont, so that's good. Or bad. I'm not sure.
But it's really nice to have another contender I can root for wholeheartedly.