The cat fled the room.
That’s how the third race at Colonial played out Sunday afternoon as Annie, Charles and I watched Win Street rally from last to first in the stretch to land the $40,000 maiden claimer. Lagging in last, bumping and grinding along the rail, then a gap, a move, a rally, time running out… Boom. Somewhere along the line as we were yelling and hammering on the ottoman, the cat leapt off the couch and searched for refuge.
Making his first start for Riverdee, the son of Street Sense did exactly what we expected (hoped), relishing the stretch out to 1 1/8 miles for the first time. Trained by Mike Trombetta, the 3-year-old always breaks slowly, always lingers near the back and usually runs out of space late. Not this time. A quick turnaround, we purchased the Florida-bred about three weeks ago. Nothing like a plan coming together.
Official chart: WIN STREET was off slowly and trailed on the inside, advanced on the far turn and cut the corner leaving the turn and was gaining by the furlong marker, continued that rally and moved out a path by the sixteenth marker and got up in time to prove best under a drive.
Makes it sound methodical, mundane, simple, a sleeping-cat sport.
We found the cat. Upstairs. Under the bed.
