It was a Sunday in October. A Sunday like any other Sunday. A card full of maiden claimers, cheap claimers, and maidens, with one IL-restricted N2X allowance to spice things up. It promised to be usual.
But what's this, chump? At the track there's this TVG presence, like something special is going on.
There's an official-looking TV table set up out front on the apron on a little wood dais, with lots of computer monitors and TV lights and all sorts of groovy stuff. How exciting!
There's Simon from TVG! There's Simon with our hostess Katie. There's Simon and Katie smiling. There's Simon and Katie checking their phones. There's Simon with GM Jim Miller. What the heck is going on? You only see this at real important tracks. Is Hawthorne important? And then by the transitive property are also WE local schlubs who frequent Hawthorne important? How thrilling! TVG and one of its megastars came to see US!
The best I could figure TVG was doing a live remote because they'd just signed up Hawthorne as a featured track, since they were sort of light on content at the time. It wasn't the quality of the local racing, by any means. But it WAS racing. Content, as they say in the biz.
But meanwhile what a special day for us regular schlubs. TVG. At OUR track.
