Recently, I had to miss a race to attend a
friend's birthday party. The first
reaction when the invitation arrives, is Man, that’s a race day!!
Inevitably, those who don't share our enthusiasm for racing, are not
aware that RACE NIGHT is holy and shouldn't be desecrated by such activities as
weddings, birthdays and even funerals. For
years, we try to educate thoughtless relatives and friends of these facts, but
alas, they schedule to suit themselves. As
you know, we keep December and January clear for all these activities.
There is always the excuse, Aunt Doris from
Fresno, can only come on Saturday afternoon, late! We grumble as we RSVP to sacrifice probably the best night of
the year to go to Cousin Susie's tenth birthday party. In our mind, we know that one of our longtime favorites will
get his first win and we won’t be there to see it.
We relent and go to the party and actually have a
good time. We get to visit with
some of the relatives, we haven't seen in years and we even found one who likes
racing. We find out that we have
relatives living near a revered racetrack, back east and make a note to visit at
a strategic time.
As we journey home, the races are just ending. We
secretly hope that it was a lousy no passing race and feel sorry for our friends
who made it out to the track and paid big bucks to witness this debacle.
By the time I get home, I'm almost relieved that I didn't have to sit
through such a poor night of racing. Well
I'm tired, so lets take a quick look at the mail and go to bed.
OH, NO!! We've got an invitation for my nephew's wedding, Saturday night,
6 p.m.
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