About

About. Yep, you clicked it not me… What? What am I supposed to to do? Write something about myself in this section? Great. I love these. I knew there was a reason I was making a website in the first place… I love talking about myself. Isn’t that the point? Isn’t that why we make pages and blog? We all love to talk about ourselves…… BUT you see if i was to talk ABOUT myself here then what would the point in you looking at my page be? You already know everything ABOUT me as soon as you read everything in this ‘ABOUT’ section.

 

AGE: Old… Well getting there. I feel 79.

Sex: Yes please. HEYYYYYYYOOOOOO! I’m just kidding I’m married to the most beautiful woman on the planet and I love her very much.

Marital Status: Did I spell marital right? It almost looks like martial like martial arts.. kickboxing, mma, Karate Kid “PUT HIM IN A BODY BAG JOHNNY!”

Purpose: I’m making a website. Honestly that should help you to realize I don’t have a purpose!

 

Wait, wait wait… This feels strangely like those surveys I used to fill out on AOL back before I hit puberty…  I’m going to put an end to this now. If you are reading this then more than likely you are here by accident, one of my close friends, or for some strange reason my reality/docuseries “Heartbreak & Horse Racing” BLEW UP! I highly doubt that is the case because I’ve been looking for the battery charger for my camera for a week now. I haven’t been able to record or really do anything but edit ‘film’ lately. I always have a way of losing very important things. Take for example KEYS. Car keys, house keys, keys, any kind of keys, you name it I’ve lost it. And what’s up with pockets nowadays? You sit down and all your crap falls out of your pocket? NO! That is entirely unacceptable! You’re a pocket, we trust you to hold onto the important things in our lives. Unfortunately I didn’t put my camera battery charger in my pocket or I would probably finished with the first episode of the series.

Why horse racing you ask? “WHY NOT!?” Is what I would yell… And I would probably spit a little in your face as I said it because I have a bad habit of doing that when I raise my voice. If you were once like me and thought horse racing is lame that is fine. I beg of you to tell me another sport where animals come into play… Yes 1,000 lbs. animals, rode by 120 lbs. men. Tell me another sport you can actually legally gamble on? (EXCLUDING LAS VEGAS OF COURSE.) They call it the sport of kings for a reason yanno… I’ve seen many of kings rise to glory in this sport. And I’ve seen many kings fall to peasant status (my status) in an instant or stumble. The ultimate long shot sport… March Madness has nothing on the 2 and 3 year old horses born, raised, and trained for the pursuit of a Kentucky Derby win. And with each race another dream dies… Another horse, trainer, and owners heart gets broken until finally only 20 of the top 3 year old horses in America run one race to see who the best of the best is. Now that, that’s a bracket.

Not enough danger for the thrill seeker in you? The extreme sport enthusiast… You’re right. There’s nothing dangerous or extreme about getting on top of a somewhat wild animal that wants you off his back, on the ground, and underneath his hooves. Putting a piece of metal in his mouth with ropes tied to both sides for steering…. Yea that gives you way more control than a steering wheel or handle bars. And that saddle is way more comfortable than that cushioned seat. And riding around an oval at 35 mph on these wild muscle-bound creatures is a cake walk until they clip heels and fall flat on their face, and yours.

I’m no Jockey… No I’m too tall and can’t ride anyway, but I still try! When I was a kid all I wanted to do was play in the NBA. A little known player named Michael Jordan was my idol and I grew up watching his every move. I was passionate about basketball and put in a lot of work as a youngster. I was only average height though, and I can remember sometimes praying to God before bed to make me taller and my legs longer. Now after a long day of working and then going and exercising a horse I pray to God to make my legs shorter and my knees to stop hurting… The irony. Riding a horse makes me feel alive again. Like I’m actually doing something. It’s a strange feeling. One I can only describe like this… Picture a fear of yours… one of your worst fears. And then picture yourself conquering that fear. My confidence is sky high when I’m riding horses. It really helps me in every aspect of life.

The purpose of Heartbreak & Horse Racing is to tell the story of two baby colts. I want to show the audience what a horse, owner, and trainer goes through from birth to racing career all while telling my personal story. I choose to call it a reality/docuseries because it’s just that! The personal touch of a reality series with characters and the straight forward documentation of a documentary. I hope you enjoy the series and look forward to hearing from you!

Well, I’m getting hungry. And I’m sure there’s some horse crap somewhere that needs scooped.

 

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