So why, with the speed of light being 300,000,000 million metres per second, is the Sky Channel simulcast close to five seconds behind the real life experience. Nothing can go faster than the speed of light; I understand that. That is a physical law. But gravitational waves, and electricity should go at almost the speed of light right? Of course any theatrical physicists reading this please write in to correct me! The horses at Warwick Farm today were 30 lengths further ahead than they were projected to the punters not watching live by the host broadcaster. How is the recreational punter on Betfair ‘in the run’ supposed to have a chance with a five second delay? If one were to travel at the speed of light – the speed at which a broadcast from a track to televisions in Australia should run at 99% of; one could fly return from Sydney to London 900 times per second. The Sky Channel feed has the technology to go at almost the same speed.
The highlight of the day today was the return of James McDonald, he rode a double and I know for sure the bride Gai will be rapped to have him back in the ranks before too long.
Make no mistake; Pembroke Castle, ridden by Blake Shinn won race two at the Farm today. But he won by four inches, where I thought he could have won this particular race by many lengths had Shinn used the colt’s early speed to his advantage. Shinn restrained the colt, and to my eye, he gave his opponents a chance that they otherwise would not have had. Shinn would say, in his defence, he was worried about Pembroke Castle so gave him a soft lead. But I say, having quicken with the two attackers made him vulnerable. Or perhaps I should just listen to Banjo Patterson, who was a big advocate of the result trumping what happened between the jump and the post. Not long after Federation in 1901, Patterson wrote…
‘The rule holds good in everything in life’s uncertain fight;
You’ll find the winner can’t go wrong, the loser can’t go right.
You ride a slashing race, and lose — by one and all you’re banned!
Ride like a bag of flour, and win — they’ll cheer you in the Stand.
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See you in the ring on Saturday. Rob.