Royal Couch
A few years ago, Joey asked me about my schedule in mid June.
American Pastimes
Back to work. Somehow the twilight Friday card at Fair Hill turned it into a four-day weekend. No wonder, I’m struggling to get going Tuesday morning. Working from home with all the distractions that come with it.
Friday Night Lights
Fair Hill? Already. Where did the spring go?
Living the Dream
I thought he won. I was almost confident, well, as confident as you can be in a photo finish.
The Iroquois over the Years
The Iroquois. It came across our radar back in 1978 when Dad was told to win it for George Strawbridge Jr. It was his goal, his grail. Owhata Chief duly did.
Calling John Dewey
Two days after the Kentucky Derby and about eight hours after Gary West went on the Today Show and further muddied the water, I found myself trying to explain Derby.
The Thrill of Victory
One thousand, one hundred and fifty eight miles. Door to door to door to door to door. Middleburg to Camden to Aiken to Queen’s Cup to Middleburg.
On the Road
Road trip – Middleburg to Camden to Aiken to Mineral Springs to Middleburg.
The Whip
Whips. We have come to the crossroads on whips. Sure, we should have been here long ago, but, alas, here we are now. Sadly and strangely, whips (and Lasix but that’s for another day) have been thrown in the mix with injuries and fatalities at Santa Anita. The California racetrack has a problem, that’s obvious. Why that has become a whip or Lasix issue is unfathomable. Breakdowns at Santa Anita have nothing to do with whips or Lasix.
In Search of the One
Grand National morning. Wake up and for a moment, just a moment, it’s a regular day. Then it hits you fast, the realization, the expectation, the impending, the dread and delight of the impending. It’s the biggest race of your life, the biggest day of your life. See, riding is your life. Sure, you have friends and family, lovers and haters, but, for you, it’s a singular quest. You are a jockey.
