Every horseplayer I know has a love-hate relationship with jockeys. They are our heroes, and they are the enemy of our bankrolls.
When we lose, it’s almost always their fault. But when we win, it’s because we picked the winner.
This is one horseplayer who was very proud of our human athletes yesterday–the first time we saw an aerial shot of this scene posted by analyst Acacia Courtney on Twitter from a third-floor balcony.
Jockeys, like many in the NFL, or in the NBA, or in Major League Baseball, are immigrants with a brown tint to their skin, or women, who had to work for the right to vote before they sought a license to work on the racetrack.
The jockeys wore masks, and kept their distance, and they took a knee for George Floyd, and for America, the land of the free and home of the brave that game them an opportunity to become wealthy and famous.
The best of them are said to have a clock in their heads, keeping their horses in a rhythm, timing their moves just right.
And as I write this, Reverend Al Sharpton is just concluding his sermon at at Lloyd’s celebration of life. The service ended with attendees standing for eight minutes and 46 seconds. Marathon time–two marathons.
More time will be needed to heel the wounds of 401 years but time has run out on those who would pervert our laws and keep the country safe for all its citizens, not just the privileged and their property.
I’ll never see it, and my children are unlikely to see it, but maybe their children will. And we can all celebrate all Americans in support of the greatest ideal known to man: Freedom.
God rode with the jockeys on opening day and hopefully for all the opening days to come. With the time America has left, what will it do?
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After the impromptu “ceremony,” two-time defending Eclipse Champion Jockey Irad Ortiz Jr. timed his moves perfectly five times on opening day, but it was Javier Castellano and Rushing Fall who timed their moves perfectly leaving the starting gate in the Grade 3 Beaugay.
Castellano, healthy after recovering from Covid-19 and happy to be home in New York, deflected the credit. “I give all the credit to Mr. Brown,” Castellano to the NYRA press staff.
“He told me in the paddock that he wanted me to be on the lead… I just followed the instructions. Today she was much the best and proved that she belongs with the best Grade 1 fillies in the country.”
That she does. But given yesterday’s performance, it appears that Got Stormy needs either a lengthy freshening or the breeding shed. Her workline indicated that, even if not primed, she should not have stopped trying inside the final sixteenth.
This week Chad Brown said his filly was training great and he expected this to be a big year for her. Nothing she did yesterday would belie that assessment. She ran her final sixteenth in 06.14 seconds following a prior quarter-mile in 22.97. Next stop Grade 1.