Imagine being part of an industry that puts people to sleep. Where participants are comfortable in beige. No thanks.
We racing folk, we’re nothing if not vibrant. Everyone has a voice. Usually raised.
It seems everyone has been yelling this week. Major spats in two states.
The Singo and Gai show will be a mini-series one day. Scribes better than me have documented every juicy bit. You don’t need that again today.
What I will say, is that there was passion at every turn. It’s what racing does to us.
Whether it’s at the bar, or in front of the Stewards, nothing is held back. No punches pulled.
In Brisbane, it was Rob Heathcote v Larry Cassidy. My mate the trainer, against the Group One jockey.
I’m still scratching my head over that one. We all know they don’t like each other. So what? Could it not have been sorted out before an official inquiry?
The fact that Brisbane’s leading trainer was fined for speaking his mind on a private blog, puzzles me. If things were that bad, take it to court. If not, move on.
No-one does more to promote the sport in Queensland. He doesn’t mind letting people know what he’s thinking. There should be more of it. It’s easy to stay out of strife, if you don’t open your mouth.
The beauty of these spats, is that we all get over it. Racing types are great at moving on. With or without grudges. We have to. There’s a race about to start any minute.
Listen to the old blokes this arvo at your local. Best of mates, will go toe to toe over the merits of the ride on the topweight.
No thoughts for feelings. Because we have hides like rhinos. Throw your best insult. Then pass the peanuts.
In our game, strong opinions aren’t confined to millionaires. The strength of your argument isn’t measured by the thickness of your wallet.
Don’t get too concerned the next time you hear about a racing blow up. As long as it’s not about cheats ripping us off, then laugh if off. Worse things happen at sea.
And one more thing. If you’re off to the track today, don’t wear beige. It’s just not our colour.