“You know,” Amos started, “the last time Emmy raced in Meadowlark was before she went to college. I’ve seen her race hundreds of times since then, but there’s something about seeing her race in her hometown.” Amos sounded…choked up? The man wasn’t afraid of feelings or emotions or anything like that. He told his boys he loved them, he hugged everyone, and let Riley paint his nails, but I don’t think I’d ever seen him get misty.