Constitution Hill is back. A bumpy road since his last race, 366 days of heartache and heartburn to be exact. All that washed away as the the undefeated hurdler trounced the previously once-beaten Lossiemouth in the Ladbrokes Christmas Hurdle at Kempton. His launch, a nonchalant, scope-defying leap at the fourth … Read More

Cardboard boxes stack high in the streets. Some folded like new shirts, hoping for a recycling miracle. Others look like they fell out of the back of a pickup after a sharp turn. Garbage bags with glints and a glimmers of wrapping paper pile on porches, by doors, by mailboxes. … Read More

Quiet on Christmas morning. Miles sleeps in these days, actually, he’s slept in all the days. Santa knew he could leave our house to late, like in-the-morning late, knowing nothing was stirring. Made it easy. It’s a Greek Alabama Christmas. Mild weather. Wild emotion. Shaia’s for a Bloody Mary Christmas … Read More

How do I know it’s Christmas time? When the Horse Tracker on my Racing Post account goes dormant. Just for two days. Seventeen runners on Boxing Day. What a perfect marketing plan. Offer good racing the day after Christmas. Presents are unwrapped, the needles of the tree falling with every … Read More

28 degrees and windy at 35538. Not so bad. Reading further… “Feels like 17.” “Wind is making it feel colder.” I walk outside. The door nearly blows off the hinges. Kiss, Blue, EP and Apse huddle like four commuters waiting for a long-missed bus. I call off hunting. Partly the … Read More