Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Too Hot to Race? No Such Thing
New NYRA CEO Christopher Kay made a strong first impression when he swatted away suggestions that it might be too hot to race on the scheduled opening day at Saratoga. But the promise of quality moving to the fore this season went unfulfilled when five of the first seven races on opening Saturday were for state-breds and the program closed with a bottom-level sprint for bottom-level beaten claimers. Meanwhile, in South Florida all the trends are pointing toward Gulfstream winning its battle with Calder.
Saratoga 2013 got off to a great start by getting off to a timely start.
Plaudits to NYRAâ€™s new CEO Christopher Kay for making his first significant call the right one. Itâ€™s unthinkable there were thoughts of postponing Fridayâ€™s opening day because the temperatures were stagnant in the 90s. Kay decreed the show would go on.
As a four-decade resident of South Florida, my reaction to these suggestions was the same as it has been whenever racing at the Spa has been cancelled due to unseasonably warm weather: â€śAre you kidding me?â€ť
I know the authorities are having talks about the heat in California in the wake of a horse fatality. That's the right thing to do, of course. But if you're prepared in advance...
There have been literally thousands of afternoons during my years in Miami when the temperatures were approaching triple digits and the humidity was stifling enough to make those who thought it was bad at the Spa last week apologize for being wimps. I canâ€™t recall a single occasion when this was cause for cancelling the Calder races.
A Saratoga cancellation is far more consequential than one in South Florida or downstate New York, where the merry-go-round spins day in and day out. Racing fans make vacation plans months in advance to spend time at Saratoga, drive hundreds of miles to get there and spend hundreds of dollars for lodging. Opening day is an extra special canâ€™t-miss occasion on many race fansâ€™ calendars. To lock them out would evoke the same feelings of disappointment and anger the Griswalds felt when they drove cross-country only to find Wally World inexplicably shut down.
(In another weird weather phenomena Friday, a mere 0.22 inch of rain in Las Vegas flooded the gaming floor at Caesarâ€™s Palace and caused leaks in the roof at Gilleyâ€™s at Treasure Island among other havoc, according to the Associated Press. Thankfully for simulcast players, the heavy damage occurred after 7 p.m. when all of the opening day Saratoga card and most of the races at Del Mar had been run. Itâ€™s mind-boggling that a town with billion dollar properties up and down the Strip has the drainage of a New York subway system menâ€™s room.)
Unfortunately the racing at Saratoga wasnâ€™t as hot as the temperatures, especially on the first Saturday of the meeting. Expectations were raised that with casino money bolstering NYRAâ€™s bottom line this would be a Saratoga meeting harkening back to the days of old when quality ruled.
This was especially true coming off a four-day break and after what many felt was the worst Saturday card in the history of Belmont Park the week before. The thinking was the lesser lights were given their final shots before the heavy hitters took center stage at the Spa.
Then the entries came out. Four of the first five races and five of the first seven were for state-breds, with bottom-of-the-barrel beaten claimers to close the show.
New York-breds Hessonite. Strong Impact and Wired Bryan might have distinguished themselves and the state breeding program winning open stakes opening weekend. By and large, however, run-of-the-mill state-breds are mediocrities or worse, who need restricted races to pay their keep.
State-bred races are what weekdays and winter racing are for. Five on the first Saturday of the Saratoga meeting? Seriously?
Also, what happened to shorter programs to get fans out on the streets and into the bars and restaurants of Saratoga before dark? Do we really need a $20K claimer (a grossly inflated price tag in many instances) to lengthen the day?
The Battle of South Florida
is tilting strongly toward Gulfstream. Except for Calderâ€™s Summit of Speed program, Gulfstream has had the stronger handle by decisive margins in their weekend head-to-head showdowns.
The situation could be taking a significant turn for the much worse for Calder. The Florida HBPA, which has not had a purse contract since the start of the season in April, is threatening to withhold permission for Calder to simulcast its races out of state if a new deal isnâ€™t negotiated by the end of this week.
The FHBPA took similar action the first week in May and Calder retaliated by cutting purses 20 percent. At that point there was no alternative place to race for local horsemen, so a truce was called and the purse cuts were reinstated after a week.
Itâ€™s a different situation now. Horsemen have Gulfstream as an option.
If simulcasting is halted and Calder institutes another purse cut, which will be dictated by the loss of revenue, the exodus to Gulfstream could resemble the last plane out of Saigon.
In addition, an inside source said a deal is all but done for the Florida Stallion Stakes, a fixture at Calder since its inception, to relocate to Gulfstream in 2014. The rich filly and colt finales of the three-stage Stallion Stakes are the centerpieces of the Festival of the Sun each fall, one of Calderâ€™s biggest days of each season.
There is no disputing Gulfstream has the superior brand name nationwide when it comes to simulcasting but it could be getting outside help. Driving north toward Saratoga, I was able to get a Saturday Racing Form near Laurel Park in Maryland. Past performances for seven tracks were included. Among them was Gulfstream Park. Not included was Calder. So simulcast fans had all they needed to bet the Gulfstream card but nothing for Calder, which was staging three stakes, including the opening legs of the Stallion Stakes.
You have to wonder in how many other regions this is the case.
Laurel is part of the Stronach Group, which owns Gulfstream. Just saying.
Written by Tom Jicha
Thursday, July 18, 2013
One longshot winner led to a lifetime love affair with Saratoga
A side trip en route to a wild weekend of revelry became the catalyst for a half-century of rich Saratoga memories and it's all owed to a 2-year-old maiden longshot winner named Bugler.
MIAMI, July 19, 2013--Every great love story with a racetrack begins with a major score. Mine with Saratoga is no exception.
I canâ€™t believe it was 50 years ago. But this is the summer for Saratoga milestone anniversaries. It was the summer I turned 18, the legal age to bet and then, not insignificantly, to drink. I was still living in New York City.
People didnâ€™t talk about bucket lists then. But after hearing wild tales about how Lake George in the summer was the northern version of Fort Lauderdale for spring break, going there for a weekend as soon as I was old enough was atop my â€śto doâ€ť list.
A couple of friends, George and John, were down for it as much as I was. I had gotten hooked on the horses, very modestly, a couple of years before. â€śAs long as we were heading upstate,â€ť I cajoled, â€śwhy donâ€™t we stop at Saratoga? I hear itâ€™s a really cool place.â€ť
So we took the NY Central on a Friday morning and got off at Saratoga, about 30 miles from our ultimate weekend destination. We pooled some money, about $10 apiece and promised we would bet only a couple of bucks a race. The only gimmick then was an early daily double.
Four races in, our cache was down to $15 and we were getting discouraged enough to ponder an early exit. Maybe Saratoga wasn't such a great idea.
I was the supposed expert so I suggested making a win bet on a 25-to-1 two-year-old first-time starter named Bugler. I couldnâ€™t understand the price because he was a Darby Dan colt, trained by Jimmy Conway and ridden by Braulio Baeza, at the time a triple crown of top connections. (The reason was there was a hot firster sent off at 3-5. I think his name was Jacinto.) George went to make the bet.
This was the thrill of our young lifetimes right from the start. Bugler bounced out to the lead. By the time he passed us at the Top of the Stretch, he had about six, and he didnâ€™t give up an inch of it to the wire. It wasnâ€™t until they put up his number that a laughing-like-a-banshee George revealed he had bet the whole $15, $5 across the board. His logic was, if we lost, we would get an early start on Lake George.
We collected $196. This has to be put in perspective. It was about double what my father made for a six-day week at his newstand. The three of us combined left home with little more than half that for the weekend. (Our motel was paid in advance, as was our train fare.) Beers at the bars we hit in Lake George were only 50 cents, drinks a buck, and you could eat well for less than $10 a day. Suddenly we were flush enough to party like rock stars.
Screw the economy bus ride to Lake George. We found a limo for $5 apiece. We bar hopped with abandon. We called cabs for ridiculously short rides. The only bummer was we didnâ€™t hook up with anyone. Didnâ€™t even get a name or phone number.
(Just as well. Two weeks later, I had a blind date that started on the boardwalk in Rockaway and hasnâ€™t ended yet. Pat and I will celebrate our 47th wedding anniversary in the fall. What was the line from the movie, â€śIn every boyâ€™s life there is a summer of â€™42.â€ť Mine was the summer of â€™63.)
Saratoga was supposed to be merely a pit stop on Friday afternoon en route to Lake George. But there was no question where the three of us were heading on Saturdayâ€”and, as it turned out, Monday. Sunday racing wasnâ€™t legal or we would have been there then, too.
We didnâ€™t have any other big scores but we had enough winners that we were still flush enough to deep-six the train home for the first plane ride for each of us, from Albany to LaGuardia on Mohawk Airlines. Thanks to Bugler, it became the weekend of our young lives.
Iâ€™ve made the pilgrimage to Saratoga in 48 of the 50 years since. At one point I had a streak of 35 straight Travers. Pat has been at my side on all of those trips. The tradition endured even after we moved to Florida in 1972. Every August we packed the car, loaded the kids and headed 1,500 miles north to the Adirondacks.
We started taking my younger brother Greg with us as soon as he could appreciate it. He was standing alongside me for another memorable Spa moment. We were by the rail in mid-stretch one weekday afternoon in 1977 when a two-year-old (we didnâ€™t have) flashed by. â€śIâ€™ve never seen a horse run that fast,â€ť I said to my brother. That colt was Affirmed. I still haven't seen a horse run that fast.
Eventually our younger sister, Leslie, came along, too. Our tales of the joys of Saratoga eventually convinced my parents to check it out. My father isnâ€™t with us anymore but my mother, now 88, hasnâ€™t missed a year at the Spa in I canâ€™t tell you how long. Sheâ€™ll be there again at the Top of the Stretch next weekend and probably a couple more weekends before the end of the meet. She picks her own horses, too.
Unfortunately, we all didnâ€™t make it at the same time every year. However, season before last, we planned to all be there together: Pat and I, our son and daughter and their spouses and children; Greg, his wife Patti and their three grown children; Leslie, her spouse John and their three daughters and their boyfriends. There were about 25 of us, total.
Race tracks have never come to appreciate that their No. 1 marketing tool is horse players. Iâ€™ll bet a vast majority of fans broke their racetrack maidens when a friend brought them along. I know that most of the extended Jicha clan would never have made it to the Spa if I hadn't broken the ice with them. But they've all become Saratoga regulars and race fans year round.
My niece Hayley, a marketing major at the University of Miami, had T-shirts made up with neon lettering, â€śJicha Family Reunion 2011.â€ť There were so many of us wearing the shirts walking around the track, we began to attract attention. Sam the Bugler (thereâ€™s that word again) was the first to notice. He came to the Top of the Stretch to visit and serenade us. He came back the next day, too.
Word got to Channel 10 in Albany. Its crew, there to cover the races, found us and did a feature on us. It was about a three-minute piece on the air. Itâ€™s a tape weâ€™ll all cherish as our lives go our separate ways.
Weâ€™ll be out in force again this season, ready to start a second half-century of memories.
I donâ€™t know if any of this would have happened if it wasnâ€™t for a colt named Bugler.
Written by Tom Jicha
Friday, July 12, 2013
Ill will builds in the Gulfstream-Calder conflict
The Calder-Gulfstream conflict has moved from the racetrack to extraneous administrative hearings and courtrooms, which can only exacerbate the ill will that is building and make the eventual healing more difficult. Meanwhile, the Racing Form is planning to build a pay wall that will take much of its editorial content off its currently free site.
MIAMI, July 12, 2013--A circular firing squad has been formed among South Florida racing entities.
As if the head-to-head conflict between Gulfstream and Calder isnâ€™t potentially devastating enough to the future of the game in the Miami area, the various interests have begun to take superfluous potshots at each other.
The week after the first head-to-head showdown between the two tracks on July 6-7 degenerated into a series of charges and counter-charges extraneous to the main event. The only beneficiaries were the lawyers. Isnâ€™t this always the way?
It started when Floridaâ€™s Division of Pari-Mutuel Wagering filed a complaint against Gulfstream for staging a 150-yard match race with betting on the morning of July 1. The odd event was intended to maintain a permit for Gulfstream-affiliated company, Gulfstream Park Thoroughbred After Racing Program. The ultimate goal is to qualify GPTARP to obtain a slots license.
The Division said GPTARP was outside the rules because one race does not constitute a racing card. Furthermore, the state is supposed to get 10 days notice of such an event. It says it got one day.
Sanctions range from a $1,000 fine to loss of license. The expectation is the decision will come down closer to the former. The latter is unthinkable punishment far beyond fitting the crime.
The bigger question is who got the Division, which rarely acts outside a complaint being filed, involved. Common sense suggests two likely suspects. Calder, its parent company or someone championing its interests and the Florida HBPA. The Calder connection is obvious. The FHBPA has been trying to get Gulfstream to assure it that if more slot machines come into operation, it will continue to get its share.
It could be neither was responsible for the Division becoming involved. But if you were Gulfstream, who would you suspect? This is important because at some point all these parties are going to have to work together again. Hopefully.
On the other side of town, the FHBPA undertook another quixotic mission. It asked the state not to renew the license for Calderâ€™s slots casino because there is no purse agreement in place and there hasnâ€™t been one since the start of the season on April 6.
This is the second action taken by horsemen against Calder. They denied the track permission to simulcast out of state May 2-5, cutting off their noses to spite themselves. Calder responded by cutting purses 20 percent. This was called off in time to resume simulcasting on May 9 and Calder reinstated the 20 percent cut.
The horsemen are understandably concerned that with Calder and Gulfstream racing head-to-head, handle will decline and purses will take another hit. So they tried to strike out against Calder and its parent, Churchill Downs Inc., where it hurts, at the casino.
You have to wonder if anyone considered what the impact on purses would be if the casino were shut down and the millions dedicated to purse enhancements went away.
Only problem is, Calderâ€™s slots license had already been renewed because of a 10-year contract signed in 2010 between it and horsemen to designate a set percentage of slot revenues to purses. You have to wonder about the people advising the horsemen.
Meanwhile, there is no resolution in sight to the Calder-Gulfstream conflict. By all indications, there arenâ€™t even talks taking place.
Itâ€™s hard not to get the feeling that a lot of the extra-curricular legal nonsense would cease if the tracks could come to an agreement beneficial to them and the horsemen. Someone has to break the ice and make the first call so the gamesmanship can end and the healing can begin.
The Racing Form
has earned its sobriquet as thoroughbred racingâ€™s Bible. I and many, if not most, horseplayers would no longer think of a day at the races without the Form than a missionary would knock on a door sans the Good Book.
Such praise often is preamble to something less positive, just as surely as one partner in a relationship beginning a conversation with â€śWe have to talkâ€ť rarely progresses pleasantly. The Racing Form and I need to talk.
A survey regarding The Racing From showed up in my email inbox during this past week. I assume the fact that I have a DRF betting account and have long had stable mail had something to do with me being targeted.
The essence of the multi-part questionnaire was how I feel about the looming construction of a pay wall for much of the content now free on DRF.com. If this had been a live interview, I would have said that I feel the same way I did many years ago when I had to start paying for programming that my backyard satellite dish had been bringing in for free. I wasnâ€™t about to give up TVâ€™s exploding multi-channel universe, so I grumbled and paid.
I visit the Form site several times a day and enjoy it as a source of information and entertainment. I recognize that producing quality reporting and opinion is costly, and salute the Form for upgrading its editorial content in recent years.
But as I wrote at the end of the survey, quoting a golden oldie tune, â€śGot along without you before I met you, going to get along without you now.â€ť
Iâ€™m certain the Form will get along without me, too. But I doubt I am in the minority on this issue. How many more people like me can the Form get along without?
Thereâ€™s a racetrack saying weâ€™ve all heard. â€śNever bet your eating money or eat your betting money.â€ť I think paying for Racing Form editorial matter would come close to falling into the latter category.
As someone who worked in newspapers from my first job to my last, one thing I learned is, as circulation drops, so do ad rates. There is no question the pay wall will cost DRF.com circulation. I would argue substantially. This is especially true with the explosion of alternative sites, such as this one, the Paulick Report, EquiDaily and the Bloodhorse.
So the pay wall could turn out to be a bottom-line negative.
A big issue is price, which the survey suggested could be as much as $19.95 per month. This does not include past performances. Those are extra, as they should be. Those, too, cost a fortune to gather and maintain. However, the $19.95 price point for DRF-Plus would make it one of the most expensive on the net. Itâ€™s more than five times what ESPN charges.
This is about double what most folks pay for the wonderful TV world of HBO or Showtime. Indeed, for about $19.95 you could get both, which would deliver about 20 channels of premium television, with something for everyone in the family, 24 hours a day. TV is a different universe but writing a monthly check for one is no different than writing one for the other.
This isnâ€™t an effort to sabotage the Form. I canâ€™t imagine a world without it. Like any business, the Form is entitled to make a profit. But if this pay wall is crucial to its survival, I fear I might have to get used to this world.
Written by Tom Jicha