We're both in love with the wrong horse.
Also, she got me wanting the hat.
Go ahead. The jokes just write themselves, don't they?
I love the fact that even the media can't decide what damned color he is. He's a black, he's a brown--
He looks like a real, real dark bay to me, but boy, what a big, pretty thing. And he's always got his eye on the camera.
I wonder if he's smart. He acts like he's smart. Look at him looking at the camera, listening to the jockey, talking to the reins. It would be too much to ask for, wouldn't it, that a horse like that would have a brain, too?