What a week.
Sprinter blowing the roof off on Wednesday will stay with me till the die I day.
Word.
Managed to finish tidily up despite a blank Friday - going to an excellent Preview evening the week before has certainly helped focus the attention the last couple of years.
But really, this isn't about making or losing a few quid. It's about being alive every March and celebrating life and all its twists, turns, quirks and oddities.
And much as I love the Festival, I'm hopeless, useless, at remembering horses and details, the facts and figures that make the game.
However, to be there to see, hear and hell, feel, Sprinter Sacre pounding up that hill will beat inside me every one of the 360 days until the Supreme Novices kicks us off again...and at least we won't have a leap year to delay us in 2017.
