I’ve spent the last two springs and summers arranging my life around a colt and a filly. Trips nixed, a wedding missed. Trucker-level traveling. But to get so close to the flesh of the highest nobility - all you have to do is walk to the paddock. This would cost you a grand at the Garden or Yankee Stadium. Every race by your favorite must be cherished. The Woodward’s not for children. Prepare to root yourself hoarse.

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