The Wire

A horn pierces the quiet, announcing the opening of the tracks. Though it was still early enough to be considered late at night, the track was bursting with activity. The ground trembles as a pack of early breezers gallop by. Rival horses are being paraded in the paddock, their muscles becoming loose as they prepare for their races. The turf is nice and crisp, the dirt firm and packed down tightly, yet it cushions well. The crowds begin filing in, a slow trickle at first, then jamming every available space for a glimpse of the next champion. Racing, the sport of kings, is aptly named. Put your heart and soul into your stock, and train them well, because in the end, it all comes down to [The Wire].