My Grandpa Dave led the world’s greatest Passover seder: there was a soundtrack and special lighting and such an audience that it required the entire ballroom of a Los Angeles Sheraton. Trust me, it rocked. And I used to love when he’d pick a different grandchild each year to answer the big question: Why is this night different than all the rest?


Well, today feels like Passover: I watched something magical today, something that has seldom been accomplished before and maybe won’t ever be again – not like this, at least. I saw a 3yo filly beat older males. And not just any older males, all but one of the best of the handicap division. Yes, Goldikova did win the ’08 Breeders’ Cup Mile v. older boys (and is slated to come back for the ’09 edition) but the grass races are different in my book and given she came from Europe where that’s all they do – either way, it’s incredibly special.

The National Museum & Racing Hall of Fame put together a great list of statistics coming into the Woodward and they counted a total of 15 of the greatest girls of all time who won stakes as 3yo’s that were carded for 3&up open company, such as today’s Woodward. Add Rachel’s win today and the list is now 16. Racing has a near-200 year history in the United States, so 16 horses in 200 years. That says something.

Other blogs will take apart Calvin’s ride or praise the seriously hard charge by Macho Again. And I’m sure I will too in the next few days, as I really begin to process what I saw. But what I saw rocked my world – there simply aren’t other words to adequately describe how it felt and I can’t remember shaking that much – my knees went weak at the Preakness but today was a full body reaction.

And, unlike just about everybody else I was standing with in the winner’s circle, I actually watched the crowd for the bulk of the race, specifically Rachel’s trainer Steve Asmussen. What a treat! I’ve never seen a human simply not move or blink for a minute and ten seconds straight – when they hit the quarter pole (aka Top Of The Stretch), he turned slightly but otherwise literally stood statue still. I turned to watch history unfold (my poor program took the brunt of the cheering) and only after my screaming and willing her across the wire, did I realize Rachel might’ve been beat.

Everyone watched the replay. I watched Steve: you’ve never seen a man hold his wife tighter. He knew he had it from the first row of the boxes in the grandstand, some 50 feet away. If Rachel hadn’t already had me there, I would’ve been crying buckets. Here’s a man known for not being the most expressive in the world who’s won just about everything you can win from coast-to-coast, country-to-country, Thoroughbreds-to-Quarter Horses. And he was emotional – that means something.

What it doesn’t mean is dropping the S-bomb … Secretariat. She’s definitely in the Ruffian/Seattle Slew/Personal Ensign/Affirmed/Lady’s Secret/Alysheba/Cigar/Bayakoa elite class. BUT, however great you want to say she is, please oh please oh please do not start putting her in the Secretariat category! He is a legend unto himself and is alone at the top of the Pony Pyramid of Greatness. For now. Let’s see what happens with her in the future and then maybe I’ll relax my restriction.

Say what you want about the connections and their ambitions and quirks. Yes, they’re avoiding Breeders’ Cup for no good reason. Yes, they want to face Zenyatta on a neutral surface not in a match race and she’s retiring at year-end. Yes, they buy mostly “proven” horses. Yes, it’s odd that Asmussen’s first answer is always “I’ll talk to Mr. Jackson about where to go next.”

But, yes, they’re doing right by the racing public with an exceptional filly that’s worth the hype. The arguments about Breeders’ Cup or Zenyatta are the same as when she didn’t run in the Travers – let her accomplishments be what they are and let’s all stop making something more out of what she is.

So, Grandpa Dave, I have the answer to why tonight’s different than all the rest: Rachel Alexandra. She’s magic, as pure and simple as I’ll ever see.

Brock Sheridan made a joke about Rachel turning all the boys’ heads when she walks into the paddock. He meant it in jest, but he’s got a point.


I blogged before about the mental edge Rachel’s size gives her in races. It didn’t occur to me that there’s another edge she has in today’s Woodward: she’s a girl.

I know, I know – that’s the big story angle we’ve all been talking about for weeks. But she’s in against seven boys, all horses – not geldings – so these are all horses who will be in the breeding shed for years to come. The only caveat is Past the Point, who happens to be a ridgling (he either has one testicle or only one that’s dropped enough to be palpated).

From working with some of the best at Three Chimneys, I can tell you that the statistic of stallions being able to smell mares from miles away is absolutely true (watching War Chant dance for hours was one of the highlights of my day).

And, like all men, boy horses are easily distracted by girl horses. They’re trained not to notice them in the mornings during workouts or in the barns, but all animals are hard-wired to mate and horses are no exception. So it’s fair to wonder if that will override some of the adrenaline of the day.

No girl likes to think she got ahead in the world based on anything but pure merit. But (in a moment of pure, unadulterated feminism) I say to Rachel: work it girl – knock their wraps off!

For as much guff as I’ve given her connections this year for various things (least of which is a ridiculous boycott of the Breeders’ Cup, but I digress) … I think it’s a brilliant move bringing Rachel Alexandra to the Woodward.


They found what turned out to be truly the perfect spot for her next start coming off yet another romp. Just about everything’s already been written about how she had nothing else to prove against 3yo girls and boys or even older girls because that division’s fallen apart recently.

But there’s one angle folks haven’t mentioned: Rachel is one of the biggest horses … literally, physically, height-wise … of her crop – boy, girl, ridgling, unic – she’s monstrously tall. Most horses are between 15 and 16 hands (4 inches per hand from the ground to the horse’s shoulder blade), and she stands 16.2 or 16.3.

But why would this matter? People forget that horses are athletes too and the game is mental for them as well. Remember Mine That Bird, the itty bitty teensy tiny Derby winner who weighs maybe 1,000lbs? Rachel probably has a good 250 pounds on him. This matters when they head for home and she’s towering over the competition – there’s a mental edge she gets. I keep going back to her turning for home in the Kentucky Oaks. Forget that Calvin never hit her (or really even moved) … she loomed up alongside the other horses and then blew by ‘em.


But still, why does this matter? Because today is the first time Rachel will face an entire field of horses her size. See, horses grow up just like humans and a 3yo still has the potential to get taller. So far I’ve seen there’s just a couple of other 3yo boys that are Rachel’s size: First, Munnings and Summer Bird (btw, she easily disposed of both of those). It’s the first time she’ll be in the gate with a full field of horses she cannot intimidate by sheer presence. Plus, these boys don’t play nice – she’s gonna get jostled in a way she hasn’t seen maybe ever.

Is that enough to throw her off her perfect-in-2009/65-lengths-so-far-this-year game? Probably not. But it’s enough to wonder if she should be a single on so many tickets today.


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