the Dalaverse

i sat there in awe, watching, hoping beyond hope that roch hard 10 would pull it together and win...and while i was breathing away a sigh as i prepared for the favorite, smarty jones, to take triple crown out from seemingly nowhere flew in birdstone, like a rogue angel from heaven, if you may, who had forgotten his path of flight and wandered into unknown territory, blinking like a deer caught in headlights...i gritted my teeth, dareing myself to keep my eyes glued to the screen, the race would be over in a matter of seconds and my one wish for the day had been granted---the favored horse, the choice that was suposed to be unbeatable, the sure thing, had fallen and the underdog had come out on TOP.