With no pony action or beers in more than a week the voices in my head are wondering if I'm still alive. Well, I am but Sunday is my day for the Sunday papers and a good book. And handicapping.

Monday's Philly card has more than 90 entries for nine races and the weather and track figure to be in fine form. Better than that I will be home alone with the cats, a jug of Irish and a full beer larder. I can dance all day in front of mirrors in my wife's underwear and a red hat between races without anybody dialing 911 again.