Big Brown here. As you could tell by my workout Tuesday, my hoof isn’t bothering me. What is getting on my nerves is that I'm still not being consulted over marketing deals. If -- I mean when -- I win the Belmont for the Triple Crown, I’m going to be hooked up with some outfit called 16W Marketing. How come nobody consulted me and I had to read it in Neil Best’s column? And he didn’t even bother to call me for confirmation.
The star of the show is always the last to know. My agent, Scott Boras, dropped the ball on this one, so if I’m out of the loop, he’s off my payroll. I’ve arranged an independent deal that plays off my name and off the Irish heritage of the person who knows me best, Michelle Nevin, my beloved exercise rider. When I go off to stud, we’re going to have one teary hugfest. There’s nobody I’m going to miss more.
Anyway, Michelle and I are going to do a commercial for Guinness that I dreamed up. The narration: “Big Brown is a champion, and so is the big brown beverage from the Emerald Isle.’’ Michelle is from County Tipperary, so we’ll sing “It’s a Long Way to Tipperary” as she hoists a Guinness and a bunch of leprechauns dressed in IEAH’s silks dance around. I can hear them now in the pubs of Dublin: “Boy-o, this champion harse is also a jane-yus.’’
Ed McNamara only bets on four-legged animals
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
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