Bobby Frankel

I never met Bobby Frankel. Never said a word to him, though as he came and went from the racing office at Saratoga, from which he often watched his horses race, it was always sort of temping to say, “Hi, Bobby,” as if we were old friends. He was ubiquitous, and so familiar that it…

Sightseek in the Beldame

What does it take to make Bobby Frankel cry? One of his best, and favorite, fillies winning a Grade I in her last race, and coming home safe. In the fall of 2004, my nascent interest in horse racing was burgeoning; it had been the summer of Afleet Alex at Saratoga, and for the first…