It's that OTB time of year
The morning rain fell from a sky the color of slate, and two words came to mind: "Stay home." Three weeks after my last visit to a racetrack, to Arlington Park for the Breeders' Cup, I had every intention of going to the Big A. I hadn't been to funky old Aqueduct since the middle of April, and I figured it was time to make another pilgrimage. Then I looked out the window.
Ed Comerford, a former colleague, once said that whenever you think about going to Aqueduct at this time of the year, always ask yourself why. With a Nor'easter heading up the East Coast, that advice seemed wiser than ever. I would wait for another day to see gulls the size of vultures in the world's windiest parking lot. I'd pass up the chance to once again hear a multicultural crowd of horseplayers cheering and cursing, a sound bite straight from the Old Testament's Tower of Babel. I would skip the 110-mile round trip from my home on Long Island and get my Saturday fix at my local OTB.
It's tough to get fired up about the thoroughbred game after the Breeders' Cup. The top horses are retired or disappear for the winter, and you're left with thousands of uninspiring brown animals running in circles. There are so many meaningless races to ignore before spring and the Derby preps revive the spirit. Calder's slogan should be "Where Nothing Important Ever Happens." Turfway Park's winter meet is deadly, and Aqueduct's inner track does nothing for me.
I'm a turf specialist, and in late autumn and winter only the grass races keep me interested. Simulcasts from Fair Grounds, Hollywood Park and Santa Anita keep me going when the Northeast's weather is bleakest, and in November I enjoy playing the turfers at Churchill Downs and Aqueduct.
On this day, despite the rain, the Big A kept the 1 1/2-mile, Grade II Long Island Handicap for fillies and mares on a soft course. I cashed when German shipper Uriah got up in the final strides at odds of 8-1. How she rallied from last behind ridiculously slow fractions (6 furlongs in 1:20 and change, a mile in a crawling 1:48 plus), I'll never know.
The other race that intrigued me was Churchill's Mrs. Revere Stakes, another wide-open Grade II for fillies and mares on the grass. These end-of-season turf stakes often go to longshots, and I thought I'd found another Uriah in the Canadian shipper First Quarter. I wasn't excited about any of the horses that were getting significant action, and this 3-year-old was being ignored at 15-1 despite three straight wins on turf and a 3-for-4 grass record. She hadn't beaten much up north but she's by Sky Classic, one of my favorite turf sires, and I thought she had some improvement left in her. Incorrect, son. First Quarter never got into the race and finished nowhere.
I was right that a longshot would win; I just didn't smoke out the right one. In deep stretch, a 32-1 shot came flying to edge Glia, the Bobby Frankel-trained favorite. The winner did have a few things going for her. She was 2-for-2 on turf (her last two races) and trained by Philadelphia Park-based Guadalupe Preciado, a wily guy who rarely ships to Kentucky. Although she seemed outclassed, in her previous race she ran her final furlong in a sharp 12 seconds. I considered her briefly, then tossed her out. Her name? Caught In The Rain, a hunch bet so obvious that no one in the place had played it.
All the way home, the windshield wipers wouldn't let me forget. At least it wasn't a long ride. I wish I could say the same about the coming winter.
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