I've written -- and deleted -- today's blog text about a hundred times. Trying to make sense of the curves life throws us is an exercise in futility. I know a thing or two about Fate's sick sense of humor. But my broken dreams were never publicly played out on a worldwide stage. My heart goes out to Barbaro's owners, trainers, jockey, and team.
Further words are pointless. Nothing anyone says will remedy the situation. Someday, somewhere, God's got some explaining to do.
