saddle up

what pray tell is a better way to spend a monsoon saturday than to imbibe the fruit of the gods and watch the ponies in club gato? we work hard all week ( well not this week we didn't) for a respite come Friday night....out of the darkness comes the bugle call , a veritable call to arms......RIDERS UP they command from above, second only to the craic of a bottle of beer twisting free from its lid in terms of harmony, rhapsody and joy.....small fortunes are won and lost in a whistle of a moment , near the paddock and the slop and the mud.....and down that stretch they come.