The first Saturday in May…the last Saturday in May. It’s Gold Cup Day. In the midst of a hot, dry spell, somehow, the rain has come over the past two days. Good for some. Bad for a few. And questionable for others.
Around here, it’s race morning when nervous trainers and owners call with last-minute commiserations and revelations. Instructions are tweaked. Caveats proposed. We listen. We agree, for the most part. Soon it will be out of our hands and in the jockeys’ hands, the pent-up energy of the horses unleashing, unraveling. Nine races that will deliver it all – elation to exasperation.
As Dad says, “Son, it’s the game we play.”
Riverdee entered three but will run two. Douglas Road and Gibralfaro go to the post. We decided to scratch Lemonade Thursday because of ground conditions. He relishes firm ground and struggles when it’s soft. Next stop, Saratoga.