Afleet Alex almost went down and was still able to win going away.

Damn, missed it.

Also, there's a really unattractive schadenfreudian side to me that was rooting against him in the Derby because of all the schmaltzy sentimental buildup, but that's still really happy to hear this. Psychoanalyze at your own risk.

Just read Bitches and Natter.

Someone? 'Splain the difference.

You are in Natter.

You are in Natter.

Oh. So, this is Natter.

That was something, sumi. And the replay of the whole race really showed what a job the jockey did in positioning him, making moves at exactly the right time, and recovering from the stumble.

I can't believe that he kept his seat. And how tough is Afleet Alex? An excellent race.

I wonder what Scrappy T shied at. . .

unattractive schadenfreudian side to me that was rooting against him in the Derby because of all the schmaltzy sentimental buildup, but ...

People who use "schadenfreudian" correctly in a sentence need to be watching something other than whatever they were watching.

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amych, perhaps if he hadn't almost fallen you would have felt less like rooting for him.

amych, perhaps if he hadn't almost fallen you would have felt less like rooting for him.

Maybe. I think it's more that the almost-falling-recovering-winning-the-race trope is one where the drama is about the actual race and not the human-interest story. Because I'm a massive sucker for the sports drama, yo.

There was a big write up in the Sun a couple days ago about jockeys, um, jockeying over which horses they got to ride. I *think* it was AA's jockey who came very close to not getting to ride him for these races. Or it could have been a different horse. But ANYWAY, if it was him, I'll bet his owner is really happy he kept the original jockey.

And that sums up what I know about Preakness. Oh. Hats. Black eyed susans. Avoid Pimlico as if your life depended on it. Stay out of traffic patterns followed by drunk people from the infield. Blimp.

Ok, THAT sums it up.

I went out and got 2 black summerweight sweaters. Everyone keel over in shock at my color choices.

Doing laundry (I moved stuff off the top of the washer AND out of the washer. ) Eating steak.

Had a nasty dream Mister Kitty died from sugar shock. It has made me really freaking paranoid. I keep waking up the poor lazy beast, poking him to make sure he isn't in a coma. Considering he isn't a cat who wakes quickly, he gets shook too. First cat I've ever had that actually gets bedhead. It is funny.

I really need to tackle clutter but I just don't want to. Maybe tomorrow. I need a serious spring cleaning and hopefully my parents' visit will kick that into gear.