What Happens in Vegas...

I had quite a lot noted down to mention this week, but work, childhood illness and missed race training meant that I never got around to them. As I'm off for the Dogfish Dash (and I will likely run at a snail's pace thanks to the aforementioned missed training) as a prelude to an insane week for my real job, I can but wish my fellow Task Force members safe journeys and magical presentation powers in Vegas. Here's hoping that in this case, what happens there has a real impact on the sport (and that the many, many iterations of our various inspirations, arguments and idées fixes were worth the effort). I will also have to wish bon voyage to Mongoose, a son of my favorite sire Broad Brush, as he is off to Peru. Hopefully he will be more appreciated (and get better mares) there... I'm going to need some Theobroma to get through the next few days!