The SIM Community has spoken! Ara Davies sent her filly Time Delay to a Maiden Event at Milan Racecourse in Italy while Carolyn Eaton shipped her filly The White Album to the $75k Tara’s Touch in South Africa. Both will race Week 4 Friday. Meanwhile, the feud between Mary Weather and I rages on…
AND NOW...SIM Series – Week 5 Episode 5
“You can bid on the Gary Cooper dispersal auction yourself!” Mary says.
“Fine. Whatever.” I respond.
I walk back to my office as she leaves outside into the hot California heat, slamming the door. Hopefully, she’ll go do something productive. Gallop a horse! Go train one of my career maidens over the jumps! School a colt in the paddock or gates! Just do something more than what transpired this week. Nothing. Our disagreement worsened over the week, to the point where Mary decided to do the absolute minimum. I even had to ship my own horses!
I look through the Gary Cooper dispersal auction. There are so many great sires on horses that have yet to see the track. Pincay, Barbaro, Giacomo, Black Condor, Jet-Ski, Monaachi to name a few, with many horses turning 3 or 4 years old and never raced. It’s a bitter sweet collection of talent that makes me feel somewhat guilty for bidding on Midnight Satellite and My Boy George who’s actually a turf filly out of George Washington. I rummage through my old files and pull up Light Blue Satin, a 5 year-old mare out of Let There Be Light that Gary sent me about three racing seasons ago when I was still relatively new to the SIM. We debated on how good this filly would be and he asked me if I wanted a few more dirt routers to race. He had an abundance of them. I graciously turned him down back then, already swamped with enough horses at the time. I click through a few more of his horses as I check the SIM Forum for any Gary Cooper updates. None.
I’m interrupted by an unfamiliar voice.
“Wow! It’s nice and cool in here” She says. “You have a really nice office!”
I take a peek. “Channi?” I say surprisingly.
“I hope you don’t mind me dropping by like this,” she says. “Plato, I mean The Proven One is entered in a Maiden over at Inglewood Park for Week 5 Friday so I’m in town to oversee his race. I was sad that I couldn’t go to his last race. I mean he got walloped by two superstar speedsters!”
“That WAS a tough race!” I say.
“Maybe it was the lack of Timbits,” she continues. “Maybe they’re the culprit. I’ll have to consult my dietician about his weight and eating habits. He better not be waddling his way to the finish line!”
“Are you going to make any equipment changes?” I ask.
“I’m not sure,” she says quickly. “I mean I liked the way he ran. He was just outclassed. If anything, it might be blinkers or a figure-eight two races from now. I’m just bummed about him losing.”
“It’ll be-” She interrupts me.
“I mean, my week’s been so-so,” she says. “I had my first non Create A Horse homebred win and Blazing Gold won a steeplechasing stakes in Australia. That and that Birthday Candle baby buying spree that I went on last year turned up some major duds.”
She continues on about her steeplechasers as I slowly minimize my computer screen. I don’t want her to see which horses I’m bidding on or looking at, part of my ultra competitive nature. We share some Coke Zeros, which surprisingly doesn’t have the typical diet soda after taste. I tell her about a few places in Los Angeles she should visit and a few places she should avoid, like the surrounding areas of Inglewood Park! She laughs and mocks me about my week in Toronto and my CN Tower experience. Eventually, we exchange parting pleasantries and I wish her and Plato well in Week 5 Friday.
She leaves as Mary comes back in. They glare at each other briefly before moving on. “Oh, so you’re replacing me already!” Mary says.
“Mary,” I say sighing. “Can we squash this?”
“Apparently! You’ve squashed it by firing me! I quit!”
“That’s Channi Ruzzo,” I respond. “Look, I’m sorry for yelling at you last week, OK? I was just upset that we didn’t get anything at the Steward’s sale.”
I could see she was mulling over my apology. I extend my hand out. “Are we good?” I ask.
“I’m sorry too,” Mary says. “I know you really wanted that Stewards Bred. I’m sorry for saying all those means things.”
We embrace with a mini hug. “Oh,” she says tentatively. “Well, since we’re back on good terms again, I should probably mention that Mike Eaton called.”
“When?”
“Two days ago. He’s been calling and um, eventually left you a voice message.” She gives me her trademark smirk.
I smile and shake my head as we laugh at our childish acts. She leaves again, grabbing her cap as I begin dialing my voice mail to hear Mike Eaton’s message.
“Oh yeah, um,” she says stopping at the doorway. “Katy Turner’s All For Fun finished sixth and Chris Simpson’s Acting Up finished third too. They called two days ago as well.”
“Let’s never argue again, OK?” I say.
She nods, acknowledges my comments and leaves as I begin listening to Mike’s voicemail. It beeps.
“That WAS a tough race!” I say.
“Maybe it was the lack of Timbits,” she continues. “Maybe they’re the culprit. I’ll have to consult my dietician about his weight and eating habits. He better not be waddling his way to the finish line!”
“Are you going to make any equipment changes?” I ask.
“I’m not sure,” she says quickly. “I mean I liked the way he ran. He was just outclassed. If anything, it might be blinkers or a figure-eight two races from now. I’m just bummed about him losing.”
“It’ll be-” She interrupts me.
“I mean, my week’s been so-so,” she says. “I had my first non Create A Horse homebred win and Blazing Gold won a steeplechasing stakes in Australia. That and that Birthday Candle baby buying spree that I went on last year turned up some major duds.”
She continues on about her steeplechasers as I slowly minimize my computer screen. I don’t want her to see which horses I’m bidding on or looking at, part of my ultra competitive nature. We share some Coke Zeros, which surprisingly doesn’t have the typical diet soda after taste. I tell her about a few places in Los Angeles she should visit and a few places she should avoid, like the surrounding areas of Inglewood Park! She laughs and mocks me about my week in Toronto and my CN Tower experience. Eventually, we exchange parting pleasantries and I wish her and Plato well in Week 5 Friday.
She leaves as Mary comes back in. They glare at each other briefly before moving on. “Oh, so you’re replacing me already!” Mary says.
“Mary,” I say sighing. “Can we squash this?”
“Apparently! You’ve squashed it by firing me! I quit!”
“That’s Channi Ruzzo,” I respond. “Look, I’m sorry for yelling at you last week, OK? I was just upset that we didn’t get anything at the Steward’s sale.”
I could see she was mulling over my apology. I extend my hand out. “Are we good?” I ask.
“I’m sorry too,” Mary says. “I know you really wanted that Stewards Bred. I’m sorry for saying all those means things.”
We embrace with a mini hug. “Oh,” she says tentatively. “Well, since we’re back on good terms again, I should probably mention that Mike Eaton called.”
“When?”
“Two days ago. He’s been calling and um, eventually left you a voice message.” She gives me her trademark smirk.
I smile and shake my head as we laugh at our childish acts. She leaves again, grabbing her cap as I begin dialing my voice mail to hear Mike Eaton’s message.
“Oh yeah, um,” she says stopping at the doorway. “Katy Turner’s All For Fun finished sixth and Chris Simpson’s Acting Up finished third too. They called two days ago as well.”
“Let’s never argue again, OK?” I say.
She nods, acknowledges my comments and leaves as I begin listening to Mike’s voicemail. It beeps.
“Scott! I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ve been trying to call you for days now. Did Mary tell you? She doesn’t sound well! Anyways, Make Me Clever won and I’m really relieved because I didn’t want to lose in a maiden, especially since she’s part of the Series now! I think she ran a pretty good race. She’s tired, but she came out healthy. The distance really-”
BEEP. It ended abruptly. I play it again and check to make sure I didn’t unplug it by accident. I play the next message.
“Hey man, your answering machine cut me off! Anyways, Make Me Clever’s a fast one. Very talented. I want her in a stakes, an allowance, whatever the SIM Community wants. Alright, I got to go check on my derby hopeful Change the Future. Call me man.”
I delete his messages and check the current poll for his filly. It’s a tight vote with only two votes separating the choices. I pick up the phone and call Mike’s number, hoping to straighten out the confusion of the week. I open up my browser again to check the Gary Cooper dispersal auction. I’ve already been out bid on Midnight Satellite since looking at him earlier.
BEEP. It ended abruptly. I play it again and check to make sure I didn’t unplug it by accident. I play the next message.
“Hey man, your answering machine cut me off! Anyways, Make Me Clever’s a fast one. Very talented. I want her in a stakes, an allowance, whatever the SIM Community wants. Alright, I got to go check on my derby hopeful Change the Future. Call me man.”
I delete his messages and check the current poll for his filly. It’s a tight vote with only two votes separating the choices. I pick up the phone and call Mike’s number, hoping to straighten out the confusion of the week. I open up my browser again to check the Gary Cooper dispersal auction. I’ve already been out bid on Midnight Satellite since looking at him earlier.
NEXT WEEK ON SIM SERIES…
The competition heats up as the first cut in Week 9 is looming. Also, the final pairing of Katy Turner’s All For Fun and Chris Simpson’s Acting Up will go to the SIM Community’s Vote. Where will they race next?







