Meanwhile, on the East Coast…

Tomorrow will be too late to enjoy what you can today.At the Belmont Breeders’ Cup party yesterday, I was given a fortune cookie, assured that it was meant just for me, and this was my fortune. Though not much given to aphorisms or any sort of truth that can be summed up in one pithy…

Are boycotts forever?

I still haven’t watched yesterday’s races. And I can’t decide when I’m going to be able to. Years of Catholicism have taught me that whatever is the hardest, most sacrificial thing to do is the right thing to do, even when–especially when?–it defies sensibility. So even though I was in a bar on Friday afternoon…

West Virginia’s Evening Attire

Confucius Say just may be the Evening Attire of West Virginia. He’s not grey, but he’s ten years old, and he’s a gelding, and tonight, he goes for the 19th win in his 39-start career. He made his first start on the 28th of September, 2000 in a four and a half furlong race at…

The weekend at Belmont: sights, sounds, musings

If you haven’t listened to Tom Durkin’s call of Saturday’s Turf Classic, you should. The admiration for Grand Couturier is there in his voice; for a few moments at the end, he sounds more like a fan than a professional race-caller: And Grand Couturier is cut loose! At the top of the stretch! GrandCouturier now…

Week 2: Sights, sounds, musings

Indian Blessing (part of her, anyway) and John Velazquez, before she demolishes the field in the Test. Any Limit and happy Cornelio Velasquez, following their underdog win in the Honorable Miss. If you’re keeping track, that’s two Allen Jerkens winners as the longest price in the field. Evening Attire, working out on Sunday morning. At…

Saturday snapshots

Arrived at Belmont at 11:15; greeted by three fire engines (not, as it turned out, a harbinger for the Hook and Ladder first-time starter who finished fourth in the second race) and a mess of people hanging outside the clubhouse. We were nearly instantly cleared to enter the building; a transformer fire had knocked out…