John Pricci executive editor John Pricci has over three decades of experience as a thoroughbred racing public handicapper and was an award-winning journalist while at New York Newsday for 18 years.

John has covered 14 Kentucky Derbies and Preaknesses, all but three Breeders' Cups since its inception in 1984, and has seen all but two Belmont Stakes live since 1969.

Currently John is a contributing racing writer to, an analyst on the Capital Off-Track Betting television network, and co-hosts numerous handicapping seminars. He resides in Saratoga Springs, New York.

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Saturday, December 01, 2007

A Viable Candidate for Racing Commissioner

Upon returning from Gulfstream Park following this years Florida Derby, I felt like a lone voice crying out in the wilderness.

Its not so much that I loved the new Gulfstream. I didnt, but I wanted to be fair. Management there made modifications over its debut season, improving on some of the more egregious changes that were roundly vilified by racing media, horsemen and fans.

Change is never easy. And maybe, just maybe, Frank Stronachs vision for the future isnt wrong. Gulfstream doesnt need to hold 30,000 fans, except for one or two days a year anymore. In 20 years, racing fans might be more comfortable at a racino/simulcast facility with live racing part-time.

Lets get real; the paradigm has changed.

To me, the biggest problem with the new Gulfstream is that there was an old Gulfstream everybody loved. I miss that place, too.

After the events of Tuesday, Stronach has lost me forever, even if I must acknowledge he was the driving force that initially saved Maryland racing, the reconstruction of the Laurel turf course, at his behest, at the forefront of that renaissance.

But I can no longer support a man-- even if that man sincerely believes hes doing whats best for the future of the racing industry and his poor stockholders--who fired arguably Americas best racetrack executive.

Its not so much that Lou Raffetto Jr. went into a bad situation and made it better; smoothing over the ruffled britches of horsemen that have had plenty to be ruffled about, engendered cooperation with competing rivals in neighboring states and was a driving force behind making racinos at Maryland tracks a future reality.

But Raffetto was more. As a former racing secretary, he helped to create a new racing calendar necessitated by the loss of racing stock to tracks with higher purses in nearby racino states, keeping Marylands simulcast product viably competitive.

Closest to my heart, however, was that he was a friend of the player, experimenting with a lower takeout for a 10-day period this summer that he had to know would cost a revenue shortfall in the near term but was willing to try something to spur business while giving back to Marylands beleaguered fans.

Raffetto is sure to land on his feet. Hes too talented not to be picked up by some racetrack group that encourages speaking truth to power.

But maybe the sport would be better served if racetracks showed some guts and vision, banded together, and made him the first Commissioner of Thoroughbred Racing.


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Thursday, November 29, 2007

Finding Value--At Wal-Mart

The Aqueduct winter track opened for business yesterday, which, of course, begs the question: So what about that new Eagles CD, anyway?

Looking for value? Who isnt? Then how about 20 new songs for the bargain basement price of $11.88? Plus tax, of course. Where? Only at Wal-Mart, unless youre willing to pay an exorbitant mark-up in a few other places.

As Don Henley and Glenn Frey explained on 60 Minutes last weekend, this is their first new release in 28 years. Finally, after the success of Hotel California and their own egos tore them apart, The Eagles went back to the drawing board to write and back into the studio to record.

Wal-Mart is the distribution arm for the album they produced for and by themselves. The times demand it. The music business might even be in worse shape than the racing business. Country is the only genre that sells in the mainstream anymore.

But The Eagles secured a significant payday when they sold 3 million copies of Long Road Out of Eden to Wal-Mart, who then marked them up and marketed it to the public. Thus far, its been a great deal for both parties.

If you werent an Eagles fan before you will be now.

Song 1, side 1, No More Walks in the Wood, is a four-minute piece featuring the sweet harmonies of Henley, Frey, the irrepressible Joe Walsh, and Timothy Schmitt. Compare it to CSN, America, The Mamas and Papas, Seals and Crofts, to any contemporary artists whose voices make sweet music together. Combine their virtuosity with Henleys and Freys writing talents and the result is easy listening for people who think.

The song getting the most play and featured recently in the bands appearance at the Country Music Awards, How Long, was written by veteran singer/songwriter J. D. Souther. Its good fun, featuring turns by all the band members, including the unmistakably soulful, whiney Henley riff.

But there are half dozen better songs, something for every ear. If, for instance, you like Delbert McClinton, youll love Guilty of the Crime with its breezy boogie-woogie piano. If it got the airtime of How Long, it would be a bigger hit.

Paul Carracks I Dont Want To Hear Anymore evokes some familiar, comforting Motown phrasing. The vocals in Fast Company are reminiscent of a time when Michael Jackson wasnt mentioned in the same sentence with pedophilia. Think Thriller. In Waiting In The Weeds, the band inadvertently pays homage to CSN; great lyrics, great hook. And youll think your hearing the Big Man from E Street when you hear the sax chords on No More Cloudy Days.

If side one is fun, side two is the message, Eagles style, thought provoking but not heavy handed. The title track, a seven-minute concept piece, is about the fall of the American Empire.

Somebody, the best rocker on the disk, snaps the listener back. Then, after the You-Get-the-Government-You-Deserve protest of Frail Grasp of the Big Picture, Joe Walsh, bless him, recalls his experiences on Last Good Time In Town, its Mexi-Cali sensibilities seeming to come right out of Steely Dans playbook.

All the contemporary genres are present on Long Road, from country to rock to folk-protest to modern ballads. The final song, Its Your World Now, seems a reassuring, perfect conclusion to the Eagles love affair with whats still right about America.

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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

A Sad, Sad Celebration

South Ozone Park, NY--I wish I could say I enjoyed myself more at Aqueduct last Saturday. I so looked forward to the Cigar Mile program that included the Remsen and Demoiselle for colts and fillies, respectively, horses that will celebrate their third birthday in another five weeks.

As it turned out, the live card was terrific. Now A Victor showed in the Discovery that he could be a significant four-year-old in 2008. Of course, Street Sense and Hard Spun, to name two, won't get that chance.

Mushka was super impressive swooping the group in the Demoiselle. Court Vision was a game and classy winner of the Remsen. And, as fans will note again and again in the future, it's no disgrace to finish second behind Daaher, racings newest star. Protem sprint champion Midnight Lute has nothing to be ashamed of.

But as I looked around the Aqueduct grandstand--there were 4,712 people in attendance--it was impossible not to think about the current morass which is the franchise situation. Its not that the totally unfair and disingenuous Capital Play spots honestly depicted the state of NYRAs New York City track, but the Big A is in significant stages of disrepair.

For someone who spent 20 years of his professional life there on a daily basis, it was depressing.

With no infrastructure money available, fixing Aqueducts myriad problems was unrealistic. Worse, however, is what this situation has done to the morale of the hard working people who put on the show. They appeared to be on automatic pilot, just going through the motions.

When I asked a colleague who works there every day why there was no all-stakes Pick Four carded, I was told its because nobody cares anymore. When I asked why there was no mutuel clerk in the press box to take wagers on the Churchill program that began at 11:30 a.m., he added: Remember where you are. Dont expect things to be the way you think they should be.

Finally, when the clerk arrived, in plenty of time for the live program, I asked if I could purchase a betting account card to replace the one I misplaced. Ill have to get you one, I was told. I could call a supervisor to come up here, but they probably wouldnt.


Instead of a celebration of the last Grade 1 of the season on the final weekend of racing before the winter surface opens tomorrow, I saw people that were in a mental state of life support, servicing their customers professionally but joylessly. There was no energy in the press box or, for that matter, the parts of the building I walked through.

The only anticipation was that of people waiting for one last shoe to fall. And while they were doing a slow burn at a racetrack in Queens on the final big New York Saturday this year, the only sound coming from Albany was that of fiddle players giving thanks because department stores had opened for business at 4 a.m. the previous morning.

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