Belmont is over...now what?

I love Rush.

I mean I absolutely LOVE Rush.

There are those random souls who gain some sort of spiritual peace from following men in the sky who speak through incendiary vegetation. I have worshiped at the altar of the Temple of Syrinx since I was twelve.

I don't care about Saratoga....GASP! THE HELL YOU SAY!?!?!?! Horror! Murmur, murmur, murmur....Burn him! Well I never.

I can't really get all excited about Del Mar either.... Dude, that is not cool.

Yes I wrote that and I am in full possession of what little wits I have. If there are a few brave souls that have not thrown their computer against the wall in abject disgust, allow me to explain.

I have never been to either place...Well there you have it! The cretin admits it.

It just always seemed so exclusive. The racing is fantastic but the atmosphere, to me, was one of entitlement and privilege. (Not that horse racing in general isn't like that) Paying thousands of dollars for a weeks stay in a cottage somewhere, was beyond my understanding. Plus the name...The Spa, makes me want to strangle someone with that sweater they have tied around their neck.

Being pathologically antisocial, I also have serious issues with the image of the lifestyle. I mean who stands around, wearing Dockers and flip flops, one leg perched on a stool, head, casually thrown back, laughing and smoking a Parliament?

People at Saratoga that's who. They're out there. Don't try to tell me they're not.

It's really bloody hot too.

So there it is. I am a pariah now. I have gone against the tribe and made myself anathema. I will watch the races and enjoy them but I don't anticipate making it out there anytime soon.

Then again, I heard Rush for the first time when I was ten and could not stand it...