I really don't follow sports much. There are a few things I enjoy watching just for the spectacle of them. I will say that pro beach volleyball is NOT one of them.
Anyway, so I like to watch horse racing. All that grace, power, beauty, strength, and mud. And it's over quickly too so as to not use up much of my precious time.
On Saturday, I turned on the Kentucky Derby coverage. I was ironing. Yes, I iron.
TWO HOURS of Kentucky Derby coverage for a TWO MINUTE horse race. It was nauseating. The final straw was when they went hat shopping with Paris Hilton. That did it. I shut it off and never saw the actual race. Not until Youtubing it the next day anyway. Thank goodness for Youtube.
Mine That Bird blew them away. I so don't understand that name, but so it goes with racehorses. That was a sweet move on the homestretch. "He's" a gelding too.
Which makes me wonder. What becomes of gelding racehorses upon retirement?