Once more unto the breach. I’m sure I wrote that last year as well. Certainly, feels that way as several members of the Big Brother house have fallen to the vagaries of Cheltenham. Sore throats and empty wallets make bad bedfellows. But we carry on, we power through. Once more. … Read More

Halftime. Two down. Two to go. Wind and rain moving in to drape proper chasing weather on top of proper racing. The Willie Mullins train chugs along with three Grade 1 scores, including the small but mighty Il Etait Temps picking up where favorite Majborough left off, birch splintering, frame … Read More

The reception. That’s what it is about, always been about. In all places, at all times during the sport’s biggest week. The first, for me, was when Istabraq pulled up early in his final Champion Hurdle. Standing at the top of the hill, favorite out, money gone, as the new … Read More

And here we are. Yet again. The day of days. The week of weeks. The show of shows. Cheltenham. A place that began to seer into my racing soul way back in 2002. Sharing two bunk beds in the Hunter’s Lodge, breakfast, lunch and dinner in the stable canteen, a … Read More

Long trip. Big win. Washington to Heathrow to Kempton to Exeter to Sussex. Smooth. Certainly, the last bit as I slept, and my driver drove. Nothing like a driver. Sherminator made the trip worthwhile, for the second straight Cheltenham spree, as he continues his ascent with a facile score in … Read More