A Cup of Coffee--Wednesday, August 8, 2001

The sights, sounds, and thoughts of the sales yard leading up to the Fasig-Tipton Saratoga selected yearling sale:

Absolutely no strollers.
"He's a rig, Demi."
Check the size of the throat.
Dog ear the corner of the page.
Twitch and scope dart past.
Watch your back.
Mobile phone.
Spray down the stone dust.
Hip 136 please.
"Bobby, what do you think of this colt?"
Walk up to withers.
Press the knee joint.
Watch the walk.
Consignors listen but don't listen.
Jot down notes.
Back of the knee.
Good balance.
Long pasterns.
Watch your back.
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Clkk, clkk, clkk.
Get on in there.
Too hot.
Tough on these horses.
This is a pinhook.
I had his mother.
Hold up with 108.
Free hats.
Outs listed.
Get some feed.
One eight two.
Fasig-Tipton pens.
Thank you.
Go ahead and walk.
Right here, sir.
Leather bound catalogs.
Take a look at this colt.
Hey Dallas.
Half to Strodes Creek.
Waiting for 135.
Beverly's delivery.
Hold that door will you?
Big walk on her.
Raking, raking, raking.
Did we take your horse?
One good one, one bad one.
Saratoga water.
There's a red car blocking the road.
Want half of this colt?
I'll take one of those.
We'll see tonight.
He's growing on me.
Mott looks at 217.
Wish we had more neck.
We'll know soon enough.