Here was a jock who rode with his hands and his heels and his heart; the soft crooning of his voice was a siren’s song to the mounts beneath him.
What must be recognized, clearly, is that Kentucky’s identity roots itself in the caramel color of its bourbon.
There is a good chance Shackleford will be underestimated again in Louisville, pace and distance concerns notwithstanding.
In order to compete in this Derby, Stay Thirsty would need to improve on his two best races. That’s asking an awful lot.