What ends up happening is drinking that would scare Hunter Thompson straight not to mention inexplicable nudity that would scare Truman Capote straight. Our stomachs turn into garbage disposals for grease, cheese, potatoes, beef, chicken, bourbon, orange juice, amaretto, Miller Lite, Busch Light, and Sam Adams Octoberfest. I could go on, but I’m getting nauseous.
This year promised to be the same as we got a room at Hyatt Place five miles outside Mohegan Sun. There’d be only four of us this year. Pete, Tommy, and Troy placed their bets earlier in the day while I was driving three hours from Saratoga Springs, making a quick stop in Easthampton, MA to pick up a party size Sicilian-style buffalo chicken pizza for the day. This thing could feed an offensive line … or four out of shape slobs.
Whoops
We did see a Horse-of-the-Year performance with Wise Dan and if he does win Horse of the Year—and if I had a vote that’s who I would cast it on—he’ll be in rare company.
Wise Dan stands to win Champion Turf Horse, Champion Older Male, and Horse of the Year. Here’s a short list of the horses who have also won three (or more) Eclipse Awards in the same year.
Secretariat: Champion Three Year Old, Champion Turf Horse, Horse of the Year.
John Henry: Champion Turf Horse, Champion Older Horse, Horse of the Year.
Forego: Champion Sprinter, Champion Older Horse, Horse of the Year.
Dr. Fager: Champion Sprinter, Champion Turf, Champion Older Horse, Horse of the Year*
Yeah, I’d say those horses we Ooookaaaaay.
Wise Dan showed an incredible turn of foot and was ridden to perfection by Hall of Famer John Velazquez. Wise Dan’s wins in the Woodbine Mile, Shadwell Turf Mile, and Breeders’ Cup Mile were as electric as they come this side of the Pond. We had the fortunate vantage point of watching it at Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville … at the bar … on an iPhone because—whoopity doo—Alabama v. LSU was on. That game, until the final drive, was about as exciting as watching a 14-furlong jaunt around the Santa Anita oval.
We squinted and watched the Mile. Then we squinted and watched Fort Larned and Mucho Macho Man turn the Classic into a stretch drive reminiscent of Alysheba and Ferdinand. We thought how unreal it was that Mike Smith has finished no worse that a nose behind the winner in two of the last four Classics. He won the other two. Here’s Smith’s last four Classics: Win, Gag, Win, Nose.
*Added after commenter pointed out its absence.
Our Breeders’ Cup tradition kept going. We woke with only moderate hangovers and left with the same empty pockets we always leave with.
We wouldn’t have it any other way.



13 Nov 2012 at 05:11 am | #
As far as I can see, you made two mistakes: Did you not bet on Trinniberg? And you might have saved me a slice of that pizza.
13 Nov 2012 at 03:37 pm | #
Your story brings to mind the first Breeders’ Cup, when I had to watch it in a twin engine plane on a trip out to Kansas. NBC as I recall. The world was different then; and I was young and beautiful, just like you are now Brendan; enjoy it. The reception was great, but I wanted to be at the track, and able to smell the horse S*^& and scream at the jockeys. Oh yes, there is a price to pay for all this technology, and simulcasting, and designer drugs for horses, and we are paying it. Needless to say, the people traveling with me thought I was certifiable, screaming at a 3-inch screen 1 mile above the earth. Trinniberg was my claim to fame as well, but that is ancient history now, as I often say, what have I done for myself lately.....What I need to know now is, who is going to win the Derby?
TTT
13 Nov 2012 at 04:11 pm | #
In 1968 Dr. Fager won four Eclipse awards: Sprint, Grass, Older Male and Horse of the Year.
13 Nov 2012 at 05:42 pm | #
Inexplicable nudity?
It has been my experience that no nudity is inexplicable. It always happens for a reason.
What is inexplicable is how any horse is allowed to have an easy-ish lead in a big field in the Breeders’ Cup Sprint. It’s a gate full of sprinters. Letting one of them go it alone would be like 9 of the 10 finalists at the Coney Island Hot Dog Eating Contest deciding to eat a salad when the gun goes off and letting that little robotic Japanese guy get a 8 wiener head start.
Trinninberg is an example of a horse that I have always hated and have no idea why. He’s a horse. He never insulted my family or took too long in line at an ATM. But I dislike him in that same way. And that irrational aversion sinks all my tickets in the biggest p4 pool of the year.
Dumb. Hey BO, I could use any leftover amaretto. I’ll pass on the greasy pizza and inexplicable nudity.
13 Nov 2012 at 05:47 pm | #
That must be THE Alan Carter, the living, breathing encyclopedia. Thanks for throwing in Dr. Fager. He was pretty good, I guess. I’ll tack him into the column with an asterisk that it was added after your comment. Thanks!
Preach, nah, I didn’t have any action on him. They placed their bets early and I couldn’t get any action on Trinniberg. I could’ve phoned in to have them bet for me, but I opted against it. I’m not as mad as I thought I’d be. As for the pizza, I owe you one!
TTT,
Hmmm, Derby winner? The field.
13 Nov 2012 at 05:54 pm | #
Lova,
You’re going to pass on greasy pizza and inexplicable nudity? Is there nothing sacred anymore? Wasn’t Teufelsberg another one of those horses you hated? Must be the “berg”.
13 Nov 2012 at 09:59 pm | #
Trinniberg will go down as one of the biggest “coulda, woulda, shoulda’s” of my horse-race betting life.
Every time I see or hear his name it’s kind of like being hit over the haed with a hammer.