Bill Heller on Jose Santos: Above It All

The life of a jockey would, inherently, seem to have more than enough drama to make its narrative compelling. Small of stature, often from modest (at best) beginnings, the men who make their living on horseback daily risk injury or worse, fighting their own biology to keep their weights low and their strength high. Add…

On the [Mongol] Derby trail

“I’m not an adrenalin junkie,” declared Sophia Mangalee, marketing manager at Monmouth Park. “I’m scared of roller coasters, I don’t want to bungee-jump, I don’t want to skydive, I don’t want to climb Mount Everest. I wouldn’t call myself adventurous.” Others might beg to differ. This summer, Mangalee is in training. She’s riding horses, she’s…

Working on Thoroughbred aftercare

Widely reported earlier this week was the news that the NTRA had launched a new website devoted to Thoroughbred aftercare. The site is a product of the efforts of the working group on Thoroughbred aftercare from last summer’s Safety and Welfare Summit in Lexington. According to a press release, the site offers, among other features,…

Home from Kentucky, and the end of the road

I love early summer in Kentucky. Dodging the intense heat and humidity that can plague the commonwealth, I got cool mornings, glowing afternoons, and soft evenings that seemed to go on forever, dusk extending until after 9 pm. Kentucky without Keeneland or the Derby lends itself to leisure: long visits with friends, unhurried meals, time…

The Past and the Futurity at Mill Ridge

Last Tuesday, I had the pleasure of touring Mill Ridge Farm with Ed DeRosa. We looked at yearlings being prepped for the Keeneland and Saratoga sales; gazed on foals gamboling with their mothers; and listened to stories about the farm’s long and auspicious history. Kent Hollingsworth, in an undated article from his collection The Archjockey…

A Saturday Visit to Churchill Downs

Seeing the pictures of the tornado damage at Churchill in no way prepared me for seeing the wreckage in person. The backstretch and the nearby neighborhood were studies in contrast: incredible destruction juxtaposed with pristine completeness. The tornado apparently made its way down the backstretch like an unruly two-year-old, leaping and touching down unpredictably and…