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Off Track Sunday

Well, folks, I gotta tell you, if you’re heading to Kentucky right now, forget about the binoculars—you’re going to need a kayak! That’s right, it’s been raining since Wednesday night, and not just a little drizzle, no, no, no. We’re talking Noah’s Ark levels of rain. The kind of rain that makes you question your life choices and ask, "Did I miss the memo on the flood advisory?" At this point, I’m pretty sure the horses are going to start developing webbed feet.


So, what does that mean for Keeneland? Well, it’s like that old saying: “When life gives you rain, handicap for a straight off, main track.” We’re talking about a main track so wet, you might need to trade in your racing form for a flotation device. And Sunday’s racing? Oh, it’s available online—because at this point, the best seat in the house is probably your couch, dry, warm, and with a hot beverage in hand.


But listen, make sure you’re checking those scratches and changes, folks. You think the weather’s unpredictable? You haven’t seen anything yet. A horse scratches, and next thing you know, it’s like trying to find a needle in a haystack—but the haystack is under six inches of water. So, check your sources, get the updates, and remember: When you’re in Kentucky right now, it’s not about the track, it’s about how fast you can paddle!


Alright, folks, I’m off to find an inflatable horse and a paddling strategy. Stay dry out there!

 
 

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