The holeshot. It’s like a unicorn carrying a pot of gold, snorting rainbows out of its nose. It’s a magic door à la Alice in Wonderland or Narnia. And it’s a small door. And if the Socks can get me through it “just so…” I’ll end up on the podium.
It’s the strangest thing, and I don’t really expect people to believe me, but animals see me, and I see them.