First Post: Thursday, June 21, 2012

All right, all right, ya Zeta loversz! If there’s ever been a reason to blow up the Amerikan Quarter Horse racing game, now we have it. A threat to National Security! You cowpokesz are funding the Kartel!

There are variations on the supreme equine game of Thoroughbred racing: harness, steeplechase, hunt cups, point-to-point, and then that idiocy from the Western U.S., The Quarters. If you visualize this on a patrician-class continuum, the Quarters are farthest removed from the steeplechasers. The chariot racers are somewhere in between.

You can also visualize this continuum on an West-to-East line, left-to-right, with the cowpokesz giving way to the sulkies giving way to the fences. Anything to the left (West) of the buggies is bad news. It’s something to be avoided. Beyond the pacers and the trotters, way to the left, the manner of speech and language deteriorates; the aristocracy disappears. Yea, verily, this has always been hush-hush amongst the cognoscenti, but now that the Federales have exposed the Zetas in the Quarter Horses, we can all finally exhale and admit it: there was never anything good about The Quarters. Steeplechase OK, harness OK. Quarters son malos, mis amigos. Es por el diablos de drogas. Ya es la hora para matar Los Quarters. Muchas gracias.

Free ones: Rundown…

Calder 3, 4, 7
The BFH 5, 7, 8

Pay-side: Today…

Churchill 4, 7, 8
Delpark 2, 7, 8
Woodbine 1, 4, 5
Colonial 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 9
Louisiana 1, 6, 7, 8
Lone Star 3, 5, 8, 9

Come on, Kent County! One time!

WMF Report:

Speed
Canterbury 6f
Churchill 6f
Colonial 5½f (T) (WMF 166)
Calder 6f
Chas. Town 4½f
Delpark 6f
Evangeline 6f
Finger 6f
Louisiana 6f
River 5½f, 6f, 1m

Nocturnal Submission: “Livin’ on Tulsa time”, so here’s Race 11 at the FMT (11:10 p.m. EDT / 8:10 p.m. PDT); in it, #1 Uncle Bobby and #8 Legs Onarun appear undervalued. …Wacky race in the fifth at Presque (7:05 / 4:05), where #8 Look Out Man gives fair warning. …Finale at the Prairie (11:03 / 8:03) finds #5 Wed Too Quick one step ahead of the shotgun. …

Thank you. Best wishes. Goodbye. So long.