MJR

Going to the track goes back generations in my family and one ride on a pony named Coco at 18 months old had me hooked. Standing in the Del Mar paddock for my 15th birthday, I knew racing was the life for me. On a June 2002 Friday night at Hollywood Park, after winning $55 on a first time starter, I ran into a producer from TVG, which led to a production assistant gig. When I moved to Louisville for college, I was offered a job with the Churchill Downs clockers for the 2003 Fall Meet. My first morning, a trainer asked how his horse had done: she was (eventual Grade 1 winner) Stellar Jayne and he was (hall of famer) D. Wayne Lukas. Since then I’ve had some pretty cool gigs: Churchill’s Corporate Communications intern (2004), Tour Director for Three Chimneys Farm (2005), TVG’s Racing Information Coordinator (2006), Manager of Racing Operations for Puglisi Racing (2008-2009), etc… In my “spare time” I co-host Race and Sports Radio (weekends on wsRadio.com & 98.9fm ESPN San Diego) and Kentucky Winner’s Circle (Saturday’s on WKJK-1080am & KYWC.net). I also contribute to sites like the New York Times’ The Rail, and work major sporting events like the Cotton Bowl and PGA Championship.

I was on a conference call about a racing-related project I’m doing with non-racing people. After mentioning that a horse I’d given to clients of my handicapping analysis of Saratoga had won and paid over $10, I got what is among my top favorite questions…

If you’re such a good handicapper, why do you even need a real job?

He said it in jest and I totally get the sentiment: regular people assume that folks in the game can make stacks of cash through the windows. And people are often stunned to find that I a) don’t bet every day, and b) consider myself a $2 bettor. Yes, I’m getting more and more brave when it comes to playing multi-leg exotics, but I’ve still never put in a ticket for more than $36 without having partners. To this day, my biggest score was a $146.50 exacta in the 2004 Mother Goose, when I played $2 on Stellar Jayne straight over Ashado. I also believe the fractional wagers ($.50 Pick 3s, 4s, and 5s and $.10 supers) are the greatest innovation in the game since the safety rail.

But answering the question of why don’t I make my living gambling isn’t just a case of frugality: I know too much. The fun for me is the validation that a morning work was as good as I thought or that I read the Form right. If I make money, all the better.

The conversation yesterday comes on the heels of reading an article on NorthJersey.com. The writer hadn’t been to the track in ages and took her family to Monmouth for family fun day. But the family apparently didn’t fully enjoy their experience because they didn’t come away driving a Brinks truck.

I spent the summer of 2007 working at Monmouth, so I can attest to the phenomenal job that particular track does to make it a day at the races for everyone. From the sand castle competitions, to the picnic area, to the layout of the facility – it’s impossible to not have fun there.

I believe that you have to get kids in on the fun of racing early – but why focus on the wagering side?

When asked how new fans should be introduced to the game, my answer is simple: get ‘em in the gates and stand ‘em on the rail at the 16th pole. They’ll be hooked because you cannot not feel the energy of the final strides of a race – it doesn’t matter if it’s a Blind Luck/Harve de Grace photo finish or a Smiling Tiger runaway victory.

Horseracing is about beautiful animals running in a pack at breakneck speed – it’s raw power, athleticism, and grace. Teaching kids financial responsibility – as the author of that piece did – by not betting more than you budgeted for is a fantastic idea. And the idea that they didn’t win massive amounts of cash is probably a good thing – it’s super easy to get seduced by first timer’s luck.

I worry that her kids will miss the point. Going to a football or baseball game is fun because you cheer for your favorite team and they either win or lose. Racing is the same – we just give you more chances.

But I have to ask … when did winning become fun only when monetized?

Pas De Deux

Horseracing is inherently rhythmic: it is hearts pulsing and hooves pounding, heads turning and hands moving, sweat dripping and legs tangling.

All this at 45 miles per hour in a tightly packed herd hurling themselves around hairpin turns – it puts the Quickstep to shame.

Like other well paid performers, racehorses each have their own style: there are those like Zenyatta who prefer to toil at the back and be all-but forgotten until the final eighth of a mile; or those like Secretariat who would pull jockey Ron Turcotte out of the irons to lead the field through its paces.

Competitive ballroom dancers are accomplished in many styles, yet typically shine in one specialty. The best racehorses are much the same.

Going into the last leg of the 2011 Triple Crown races, you’ll see these stars at the Belmont.

Shakleford is very much a Foxtrot star: his style is “quick – slow – slow – quick.” The chestnut son of Forestry has won 3-of-7 races lifetime, including the Preakness, and owns a second in the Florida Derby. His best finishes have been when he’s set or been just off a quick early pace, then slowed down for the middle fractions, and come home in a relatively quick 13-and-change.

Animal Kingdom, however, runs more in the style of the Paso Doble: a dance of passion and drama that is an interpretation of a bullfight. It is danced with sharp movements designed to create a sense of tension. The Kentucky Derby winner has never been worse than second in six starts, though anyone who’s ever had a wager on him can attest to the fact that he eeks out every last inch of the racetrack before finding the wire like a bull drawn to the red cape.

Watching “always a bridesmaid, only once a bride” Nehro is like watching someone dance the Mambo: consistent steps at the same intervals. Santiva owns a similar record of 7-1-3-1 and is consistently sluggish in his fractions, despite being rather elegant to watch – like two dancers in the continuously turning Waltz. Stay Thirsty has the Rumba rhythm down pat: “quick – quick – slow – slow.”

What does this mean for the Belmont Stakes on Saturday? If you’re like me and a fan of the true ballroom dance competitions, big races with full fields are much like the freestyle round where couples dance choreographed routines with many elements of their best dances.

In America, there is no race like the Belmont: combine the sweeping turns with the distance, and angles like post position bias and trainer statistics go out the window; as handicappers are forced to rely on pedigree and jockey ability. Plus remember the age-old adage that the best horse doesn’t always win and you might as well be dancing the frenzied Merengue come post time.

After two minutes and twenty seven seconds, one thing clearly separates dancing from racing. It’s no longer about fancy footwork. Winners often prevail by a nose. Other than Jennifer Grey – noses typically don’t take the prize on DWTS.

 

photo courtesy of the amazing Rick Samuels

kirk-phaser

Horses had just come off the track, so trainers were still in shock somewhat about what they’d just seen. Therefore, when asked about how their horse’s trip went, how they’d come out of it, or how they felt, they can be forgiven for not having their Trainer Speak phasers on stun.

Graham Motion didn’t lose, so he doesn’t count.

Only Nick Zito had a prepared an excuse: “he was dead last and they never came back”. Of the 19 losing horses’ 18 trainers (Maker had 2), Peter Miller and Kathleen O’Connell are the only ones not quoted. This means that they were not found immediately after the race, either by crowd or by choice.

Off the official “Kentucky Derby Losing Trainer Quotes” list, there are:

  • 5 No excuses/Ran good/Never stopped
  • 4 Not Our Day
  • 3 Proud/Pleased with my horse
  • 2 Fabulous/Delighted

If your first inclination – to a reporter, into a microphone – is that the race didn’t suck for your horse, you don’t get to retract that tomorrow. So, other than Jinx Fires, no one gets to rev up the Excuse Generator.

 

Derby

Six months ago, Barry Irwin asked to be my friend on Facebook. I sat looking at the invite for all of two seconds before clicking Confirm. Since then, we’ve posted on each other’s racing notes, seen pictures of each other’s families, and sent a few emails back and forth about this and that.

When he won the Vinery Spiral at Turfway, I was sitting on my living room couch and said “horses don’t do what he just did – not at Turfway, not at all. That’s your Derby winner.” To be fair, I’ve said that three times this prep season: The Factor, Animal Kingdom, and Archarcharch. After the race, I posted a congratulations on Barry’s wall and he responded “Thanks! We took the easy route to the Derby.”

Given how the colt had trained at Churchill in the fall before he broke his maiden, dirt was never going to be a problem. All you have to do is look at the GradeOneRacing workout reports to know that surface was merely a means to an end – this son of Leroidesanimaux just wants to run.

Earlier this week, I shared with Barry and several other owners of Derby contenders that I had filmed their workouts, jogs, and gallops over the Churchill strip. Taking me up on an offer, a 1 minute, 43 second clip was posted May 2nd on a website that only Barry (and whomever he shared it with) could see. Now that the horse has fulfilled his superstar status, I think I can share it with everyone.

It was obvious that if the colt who worked on April 30th showed up under the Spires on May 7th, the world was in for a treat. And indeed we were as the chestnut with a star and no feet took the lead mid-stretch and crossed the wire with ears pricked. Here was a horse who bucked the trends of having never raced on dirt, having won his last on a synthetic track, having six weeks between starts; and who lost his jockey much the way his jockey lost his original mount.

The irony of it all was watching Animal Kingdom walk to the Kentucky Derby winner’s circle in the infield: you have to cross the turf course to get there. I think Barry will be getting a bigger congratulations note from me this time ‘round.

What a horse. What a win.

 

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Pretty-Woman

When one looks for the watch-stopping work of this year’s Kentucky Derby, they will inevitably stumble upon Archarcharch and Animal Kingdom. Both horses turned in scintillating drills that showed they had turned the corner and were bonafide Derby contenders.

However, those works are essentially meaningless to most because both colts are bred for the wrong surface. Saying “turf pedigree” in the Kentucky Derby is like Julia Roberts not knowing which fork to use in Pretty Woman – so uncouth.

I personally believe in pedigree handicapping and to me turf is more about stamina than the color of the surface. There are benefits to turf breeding that are unparalleled in dirt or the new synthetic era: least of which is that horses tend to stay sounder, longer. A little stamina goes a long way when breeders have been speed-obsessed for years and we’re left with too many brittle boned animals that can’t get much further than six furlongs.

Because so many have accused Animal Kingdom, in particular, of being a two trick pony when it comes to surface,

Wrong.

Using information provided by GradeOneRacing’s pedigree analyst, the incomparable Lauren Stich, it is clear that eight of the nineteen contenders could be – and perhaps should be – competing in turf events.

Looking primarily at the stallion lines: Animal Kingdom is by Leroidesanimaux, a champion turf horse whose offspring are best on grass and synthetic surfaces; out of a Group 3 winning dam who raced exclusively in Europe on the lawn. Archarcharch is by War Chant whose first 14 of 16 foals to race won on all three surfaces on two continents; out of a dam by one of the most prolific turf stallions in history. Brilliant Speed is by a sire known for stamina, whose offspring have been incredibly versatile, yet are superior on turf. Santiva is by one of the world’s premier stallions, but his offspring are generally superior on turf and synthetic surfaces. Soldat is sired by the speed influence of the Danzig line and is out of multiple stakes winner who was especially proficient on turf. Shackleford is by a sire who was a sizzling stakes sprinter whose best offspring are best on dirt and turf.

Looking at both sides of the family tree: Master of Hounds is by one of Mr. Prospector’s best-bred sons who was a top-class miler in Europe, the majority of whose progeny were most successful on turf; out of a dam by the late Sadler’s Wells, who was Northern Dancer’s most successful son at stud in Europe and a major stamina influence on turf. Midnight Interlude is by War Chant, who has been a superior sire of turf horses and from a female family that produced an Epsom Oaks winner.

This many turf pedigrees can’t be surprising for a stamina contest such as the 1-1/4 mi. Kentucky Derby. Every year, the majority of the field winds up staggering the final sixteenth to the wire because they are simply being tested beyond their limits.

In 2009, a jockey was weighing-out in the jock’s room after the race and was heard saying “that colt had no business going beyond a mile.” And he was referring to a G1 winner who had won half of his ten lifetime starts, with distances from 1 mi. to 1-1/8 mi. This is the time of year when we learn who is a router and who just got lucky before.

Bob Baffert is a Hall of Famer because of how he managed careers, as well as for what his horses did on the track.

Last week he did something now considered extraordinary when he scratched The Factor from contention. It didn’t matter how many runners he was going to have: what was paramount in his mind was the individual horse. From the heart, Bob said “I love this horse. I don’t want to ruin him.”

The Factor is at his best at between seven furlongs and a mile. Bob knew it. The media knew it. The colt’s owners knew it. Yet, despite the lure of the Kentucky Derby – the adoration, the saddletowel, the discounted tickets – they did what was best for the colt.

If there is another trainer in this year’s field that cares more about their horses than Baffert, it is Graham Motion. A lesser trainer would probably have run Toby’s Corner when they can’t “rule out whether [they] were dealing with a minor foot abscess or a significant injury.” As Motion said in his perfect English accent, “I feel fortunate that at least I do have another contender.”

That horse? Animal Kingdom.

How many horses have made the transition safely from turf to dirt? In the last five runnings of the Kentucky Derby, two names stand out: Barbaro and Big Brown. Both won.

Whether a horse prefers the Dirt, Turf, or Synthetic, you have to look at the individual. It’s like Julia Robert’s picking the right fork in Pretty Woman: shrimp, salad, or dinner – go with what you know.

Binocs

Does any Kentucky Oaks or Derby horse this week look bad?

Not if you look at the social media sites, where everyone with the ability to post, share, or tweet is suddenly an expert. There are people who do this year round and then there are people who pop up every 360 days and feel their opinion counts double. It’s only around for 5 days, after all – it should count twice as much, right?

As Ed DeRosa, news editor at Thoroughbred Times said yesterday on Twitter, “My mantra is stick to what you know. That’s why I never dispense workout opinions.”

There have been several notable horses who’ve taken awkward steps in the slop – most more of a “I don’t like this stuff, get me off it” than a “I just took a bad step,” even if the result looks the same.

Yet still, the Twitterverse is rife with “*** looked awesome on the track today.” Did folks not see *** nearly fall down because he was so pissed at having to walk on the slop? What’s going to happen when he has to (gasp!) run over it on Saturday?

These are Derby horses, people. The so-called best of their generation. One of these horses will add his name to a list that includes the biggest, baddest racehorses in the history of the game. They’d all better look grand. They’d all better have dapples (as one of racing’s best always looks for). They’d all better look like superstars.

I’m guilty of it to. There are several horses I’ve looked at this week and said, “wow, what a good looking animal.” But I draw a distinct line between “good looking” and “looking good enough to win the Derby.”

Because I rode for so many years and have studied certain aspects of the game more than others my strengths lie in movement, pedigree, and workout analysis. I stick to what I know. We all should.

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