I’d just left the alluring @ohiosteelergirl and the entertaining @o_crunk, plus assorted others, on Twitter at about 11:40PM Wednesday and was going to call it a night when the Thursday edition of TDN (Thoroughbred Daily News; see sidebar where you can get it free) popped into my email. Figured I’d do a quick read, then hit the hay. Then I came across a special column that caught my eye: “Le Case for Deauville,” written by none other than Three Chimneys president Case Clay, son of the founder, Robert Clay.
Back in the day, in the 1990s, Robert and I had had some differences over the check-off plan that he and Sen. Mitch McConnell were pushing at the time; I’d opposed it in print in DRF, and the issue was hot enough that Robert had arranged a meeting in Kentucky that included DRF brass, including the publisher at the time, and me. I found Robert Clay to be quite persuasive in the meeting—but very much a gentleman, with a twinkle in his eyes (though I never changed my stance, and neither did he; the plan never did get off the ground, either.).
At any rate, I’d never met his son, so I was curious to read the TDN column, especially because I’d just recently lauded Three Chimneys on Twitter for being one of the few farms that actually and actively posted information (see @Three_Chimneys). I did have some trepidation when I started the piece for fear that he’d bomb miserably, but I quickly became engrossed in it because it was very personal and humorous and offered an open-window peep into Case Clay’s trip to Deauville with his wife and kids. This type of personal narration—it started with all the reality TV shows and has become such a part of our culture that we must give private details to viewers and readers (see personal memoirs, too), and I’m not saying this in a negative way at all because I do it on Twitter and find it to be cathartic, actually—at the sales has been common in Racing Post blogs, too, so it was quite amusing to read.
Case begins with an anecdote of why the French hate Americans—quite funny—and goes on to describe his whereabouts, etc. I don’t want to spoil it for you, so I suggest you read it for yourself. Be ready to chuckle, because Case, it appears, is a gentleman with a twinkle in his eyes, too.