(We'll look into A Reason To Fight's antecedents in the next article.) So does the Nyhans' 3f Knowing Me (Majestic Son - With Intent), who ran third a nose behind Michael Howard's 2g A Reason To Fight (Father Patrick - Jaw D Nancy). Lynn and Justin Smith's 3c Shoemaker, (Father Patrick - Accumulate) who won the trial, is raced in partnership with Ms L M Fallow, and traces directly through Look via Someday to the 1963 Light Brigade mare Passive. Next up was the qualifying trot which saw all three starters qualify, and all of whom are bred in the purple. Another half brother has been Sol Invictus (11 wins).Ĭould she be another of a seemingly endless string of fine trotters emanating from Oamaru with the Williamson name attached? In New Zealand he has won three Waikato Flying Stakes, a New Zealand 2YO Trotting Championship, and has placed umpteen times in Group races in New Zealand and Australia, having 95 starts, 24 wins, 27 seconds, 13 thirds, and lifetime earnings of $811,470. More directly, Majestic Lady is a half sister to Majestic Man who has in Australia alone won two Dullard Trotters Cups, an Australian Trotting Grand Prix (2240m), and the Aquagait Equine Centre Trotters Mile (1609m). By What The Hill from the Holdonmyheart mare Love Hate Revenge, her grand-dam is the 9 win Gee's Pride and her third dam is the 17 win Gee Du Jour who was in turn the sister of the dam of I Didn't Do It who won 16 races in Australia. Matty Williamson's filly Majestic Lady was the first to qualify by running second in the 2YO Mobile Trot. In today's third edition he casts his eye on the trials in Mid Canterbury.Īmong a raft of blueblood qualifiers at the Ashburton trials, there were three standouts from a breeding perspective, all from the trotting ranks. Fillies and Mares Breeding Credit Schemeīehind The Breeds is a new series where breeding enthusiast Don Rae takes a deep dive into the pedigree of some of today's trotters and pacers.The ground suddenly disappears beneath me and I plummet through the clouds. I introduce myself as a big fan and he responds, “Shit, one of these guys again.” He gets up and says something to a nearby angel, who glances over in my direction. Figures from throughout human history are there, and I immediately spot Galba, the sixth emperor of the Roman Empire. I die.ġ0:23 P.M.-I am welcomed at the pearly gates of Heaven. “No, my name is Doug,” says a bystander named Doug. I touch my torso and my hands are covered in blood. I am deep in thought about Roman roads when I am suddenly struck by a pickup truck. Dejected and alone, I aimlessly wander the streets-a vast network of roads, much like those which traversed the Roman Empire, in that they were also roads. My tears flow like water through an aqueduct.ġ0:17 P.M.-I leave the restaurant. I ask her how often she thinks about it and she says never, which is obviously a lie. I ask her what I did wrong, and she says I talk about the Roman Empire too much. It quickly becomes apparent that she’s breaking up with me. He tells me I’m fired, which has me once again thinking about the fire swords.Ħ P.M.-I’m out to dinner with my girlfriend. I explain to him about the fire swords, but that makes him even more upset. My boss pulls me aside and tells me that my performance has been suffering. In my defense, in my daydream the gladiators were fighting each other with fire swords.Ģ:54 P.M.-The meeting is over. asks me for my opinion, but I’ve been daydreaming about gladiators and have no idea what we’re even talking about. We’re on the cusp of acquiring a lucrative new account, and everyone is discussing our strategy for how to close the deal. Linda says she’ll think about it.Ģ:30 P.M.-Big meeting with the C.E.O. “ Vespasian or Caligula,” I repeat, loudly. I suggest Vespasian or Caligula, but she doesn’t seem to hear me. Linda, who is seven months pregnant, says she can’t decide what to name her baby. He tells me it’s too vague and that he needs something more concrete, which makes me think about the Roman Empire’s revolutionary use of concrete in its infrastructure.ġ2:45 P.M.-I eat lunch with my co-workers. Surveying the remains, I quip, “Geez, this place looks like it was sacked by the Visigoths.” No one responds.ġ0:30 A.M.-My boss comes by my office to discuss a proposal I submitted. Everyone is in the kitchen, where Greg’s birthday doughnuts have largely been devoured.
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