Well friends, if the messages from many of you are any indication, there’s been some head scratching lately in reference to the relative lack of frequency with which I’ve been posting. Rather than keep folks in the dark like it’s some shrouded mystery – I figured it best to put something up advising where I’d been and what to expect. I assure you, the facts are infinitely less exciting than the stories floating around out there (as a general rule of thumb, immediately discount any story that involves both myself and Dustin “Screech” Diamond).

Where have I been? Well, nowhere really – just recharging the batteries and taking a bit of a sabbatical. 2009 was simply such an outstanding year for horse racing fans – if not for the sport itself (amazing how the whole “best of times/worst of times” thing works out, isn’t it?). Between Rachel Alexandra, Zenyatta, and the oft-forgotten (at least on this side of the “pond”) Sea the Stars – I simply had my breath taken away so many times that it seemed as though life support might be my only salvation.
Then, of course, a funny little thing happened and my beloved Alabama Crimson Tide started taking baby steps en route to their first championship in 17 seasons – something this native son of Alabama has waited what feels like an eternity to celebrate. I know many of you aren’t football fans – and even fewer of you would classify yourselves as Alabama fans, but certainly anyone who has been roused and stood a-tip-toe as they’ve cheered their four-legged heroes can understand the passion that beats within my chest when my boys climb their way to the top of the football mountain.
If not, I’ll share with you this article from Andy Staples at Sports Illustrated. We were treated to that article upon waking this morning from a dear friend and fellow horse racing fan. I think this pretty much sums up what’s been going on inside of me – and that “Rammer Jammer” there at the end of that article is the sweetest that beautiful tune has ever sounded to these ears.
The Tide won the title the year I was born in 1978, stuffing #1 Penn State (who we play again next year, ironically) on 4 straight running plays from the goal line. In my early teens, the Tide destroyed a heavily favored University of Miami team in the Sugar Bowl, earning coach Gene Stallings and the school our first title since the days of the legendary Bear Bryant. Seventeen years have passed from then until now – but finally the title is back where it belongs.
So what’s coming up here at The Aspiring Horseplayer?
My friends – need you even ask? :)
We’re just about ready to dive full force into the Triple Crown season – and you know I’m champing at the bit to roll up the sleeves and get fully obsessed with the Road to the Roses. Additionally, I’ve had my ear to the wall whilst my eyes have been glued to the television set, listening to any whisper going around. I hear talk of a possible Zenyatta/Rachel meetup in the Apple Blossom this Spring, but I’m reserving becoming emotionally invested in such a possibility unless it becomes definitive. At this point, suffice to say, methinks it’s just the hopeful wishings of fans. Although, I’ve gotta admit, having lived through 2009 as a fan, there is an “anything is possible” thickness in the air.
So, just wanted to get this out there to put to rest the myths flying around. No, I’m not touring with Pink Floyd this winter. I wasn’t abducted by evil space pirate monkeys, and I most certainly haven’t abandoned this game that we love. Now, had anyone implemented me in a conspiracy theory involving the gorgeous Kelly Miyahara of the Jeopardy “Clew Crew” - that would’ve been something…alas, sadly that did not occur either. Truth be told, I just needed to recharge a bit, if only to come back stronger and more rested when the real running starts.
Hope you all have enjoyed your holidays, and as always, ROLL TIDE!
Damn it feels good to say that as a champion. :)
See you all soon in the upcoming weeks.





















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