Sometimes, when I walk onto the backstretch here at Century Mile and look around at “all the pretty Thoroughbreds,” I feel a bit like I’m Alice, trying to figure out how I landed in Wonderland. How did I get here, from there?
Sometimes, when I walk onto the backstretch here at Century Mile and look around at “all the pretty Thoroughbreds,” I feel a bit like I’m Alice, trying to figure out how I landed in Wonderland. How did I get here, from there?