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Amanda.
Pow!
Old news.
Poor boy.
“Year of the gelding.”
Psychotic
Summer.
Thanks to our servicemen.

There was a lull in men’s tennis years ago, right about the time Lendl was in prime automation. He won and he won and he won and…you….are…get…ting…sleeeeeepy. Connors and Mac and Vilas, fabulous entertainers, were tough acts to follow. Serial killers after Lizzie Borden—tough axe to follow.
Women’s tennis ruled for years. Steffi was the thoroughbred. […]

Bam, Jose Espinoza on Belmont grass.

1-Rachel Alexandra— I wanted to pick against her. I couldn’t build a case. I will not bet her.
Two weeks IS a fast turnaround, especially after a performance for the ages. I fear for her heart-throbbing fanatics—they need to know this is a much a faster crowd.
Rags was rested and ripe and caught Curlin at the […]

Those of you who know me are aware I have a full brother named Count Trackula who is universally regarded as the greatest handicapper in the history of the Forest Hills OTB. What you also might’ve guessed, by his expectorant inflection, is that The Count is an Orthodox Jew.
What you surely don’t know is that […]

I’d like to welcome the 3,567,488 readers from Brooklyn Backstretch.
I will now return you to your regular, superior programming.
It’s good to be regular, btw.

John Shirreffs is a tremendous trainer. In this lifetime I’ll never know a hundredth of what he knows about racehorses. He and the owners love their champion mare. They have her back. I understand this. And maybe, maybe, if I owned Zenyatta, I’d feel the same way and would’ve scratched her today.
From an historical perspective, […]

 I’m placing two bets online Saturday, head-to-heads, Sportsbook.
If Dunkirk beats Pioneer of the Nile, and Desert Party beats Regal Ransom, I will have had a good day.
Dunkirk. His mom was one for one on a wet track. So was dad. He should have no problem handling the distance, having A.P. Indy on the mama side.
A.P. […]