A quick Geegeez of all that’s been happening today. I’ve got news on Fantasy Football, my weekend with someone you might know, an update on the ante-post front, and something hot to look out for tomorrow.
Firstly, I was lucky enough to spend the weekend in South Wales with my great mate, Gavin Priestley, from NagNagNag and Festival Trends, as well as his lovely lady and young Dylan, my godson (oh, and Gavin’s son!).
And great fun it was too. We went to watch Cardiff vs Scunthorpe on Saturday afternoon – a slightly dour 1-0 home win, where the likes of Bellamy and Bothroyd threatened more than they actually delivered in the game. Before that though, we’d seen the incredible scenes from Newbury.
Now much has been written about this elsewhere, and I don’t intend to spill too much virtual ink on the subject. I will however say this. There can be no case to answer for horse racing on the matter, as it was – quite simply – a terrible accident that could not possibly have been foreseen (based on the current perceptions of what did occur).
Such an incident could just have easily transpired in a school, or an office building, or a church. And we should be thankful for the small mercy that it was ‘only’ two horses that suffered the ultimate sentence.
Everyone is shocked (absolutely no pun intended) by what happened, and it will be remembered for a long time as one of the most bizarre things to happen anywhere in sport, not just in racing. It is simply impossible to mitigate for such a freak occurence. Onwards and upwards for racing.
After the game on Saturday, it was off to Penarth’s finest balti house for some ruby tucker, before the big ‘G1 Jockey’ showdown on the Wii. Lest you don’t know (!), G1 Jockey is a horse racing game where you ride the virtual nag. Having once had the misfortune to ride a real horse (terrible experience fronted up by classic pedagogic schoolmistress whose preference for animals over humans was crystal clear), I can tell you that the pixelated version was a quantum leap easier. Thankfully.
I managed to win a couple and lose a couple, with set up my bravado for the big Scrabble grudge match against my host, Gavin. Now Gavin and I are both acceptable Scrabblers. Not excellent, far from rubbish. I may know a few more words than Gavin (and he may contest that), but I’ve always thought of him as a slightly better ’tile tactician’ – he plays the board very well.
That slight divergence of core strength generally makes for close – and hotly contested – encounters, and of course the exchange of some currency to spice things up a tad more!
Saturday’s head-to-head was as one-sided as I can remember, however, with the first game going to me in a relatively tight 28 point verdict (or
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