Much Ado About... Saratoga

Thoroughbred Racing in a Different Light

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It all happened rather quickly.

When we got word that yesterday's fifth race was taken off the turf, I had to call NYRA back and speak to someone else, just to get the information confirmed.  It was confirmed.

I bellowed to my girlfriend, Stacy.

"THEY'RE OFF THE TURF!  GET SHOWERED!  WE'RE GOING TO SARATOGA!"


004postRunawayJimPaddock.JPGAnd just like that Runaway Jim, who was entered for the main track only, gets his first start at Saratoga and we had a 200+ mile road trip ahead of us.

A three-year-old gray gelding by Freud out of Miniconjon, he is owned by Seabrook Stable.  This was his third attempt at breaking his maiden.

The Seabrook Stable is the perfect example of the bread and butter that make horse racing viable.

They are a group of friends and family members, each with a financial and rooting interest, in a small number of racehorses.  They are one of hundreds around the country that keep the business going.  Ask any racing official, without the owners we'd all be selling hot dogs on street corners.

They make the game affordable and it is professionally run with solid communication amongst their owners.  The possibilities for future endeavors with additional horses are realistic and the thrills that come with ownership are, in a word, indescribable.

Although nicknamed Marshmallow in his barn - not the most competitive or intimidating of nicknames, I grant you - Runaway Jim is no softie.

004postRunawayJimPaddockEntrance.JPGUpon his entrance into the paddock yesterday Jim came in fit, ripped and professional.  We saw him twice at Belmont before this; once looking on his toes and interested in all around him, the second not as focused.

Sunday he was a new man of sorts.  He knew what he was there for and he had his mind on his business.

If nothing else his appearance in the paddock was encouraging and fed an already growing enthusiasm that - speaking only for myself- was already hard to keep composed.

Do you have any idea - any idea at all - the feelings that flood a person when watching your horse in the paddock at Saratoga Race Course?

Well, neither do I.

But as the boyfriend of an owner who watched it beside - and vicariously through the beautiful brown eyes of - my Stacy, I can assure you it was overwhelming.

Now I will make a public admission that some already know about me ... I am a wuss.

I am a grown man who stands six feet and one inch, two hundred and -don't-you-worry-about-how-much-more-than-that pounds, who is a big fat baby...when it comes to racing.

When it comes to racing, there's no sport I love more.

When it comes to racing at Saratoga, there is no place I would rather be.

As Stacy and I strolled the walkway into the paddock she put her arm inside mine, gently grasping the inside of my elbow.  Her timing was perfect.  Whether she knew it or not an emotion was running thru me I had never felt.  It was all I could do to keep composed.

I had not walked into the paddock at Saratoga before and I think of it now as a coming of age experience.  The kicker though is this:  he isn't even my horse, for heaven's sake!

Jose Lezcano gets the leg up from the assistant trainer; they circle and head out onto the track.

004postRunawayJimPaddockC.JPGWhen we watched Jim make his way to the track and we headed to our boxes in the Clubhouse, my knees got weak.  My stomach ached.  My arms felt heavy and I was repeatedly reminded to breathe.

They loaded the gate.  Jim went in easily.

Those extra mornings at Gate School seemed to have helped.

Some other horse got fractious and had to be backed out.

Jim remained calm.

Very nice, Jim.  Very nice.  Well done.

004postRunawayJimPaddockD.JPGStacy and I, however ... well, we were a wreck.

They sprung the latch and Jim broke well from the nine-hole, inching his way closer to the rail along the backside.   

My heart went in my throat.  Stacy's pounded through her chest.

"Come on, Jim, win this thing," I'm thinking.

"Come on, Jim, win this thing ... oh God, don't get hurt," is on her mind.

What a pair we were.

At the three-sixteenths pole we saw him move.  We noticed something different about him...he wasn't looking all over the place this time.  Wearing half-cup blinkers, Jim had his mind on his business and was racing like the professional we saw in the paddock.
 
He was focused.  He was driven.  He ran his heart out.

You don't ever - and I mean ever - ask for more of a horse than that.

He ran as well as we could have hoped for, but there was no catching the winner, Fiddler's Chaparito.  He was just too good that day.

Marsh Haven finished well to earn the place spot, half a length ahead of Runaway Jim who was a good third.

004postRunawayJimFinal.JPGNow, here's the thing.  I reckon winning isn't everything.  Sure, it's a sight better than losing, but to run a horse, get a good run out of him, hit the board and come out of the race healthy and feeling terrific, is a victory unto itself.

And it's one helluva thrill, too.

We knew had a 200+ mile drive back home last night and imagined it wouldn't be all that bad.

We talked of the day for nearly four hours.

We glowed with pride at how well Stacy's boy had run.

I stole more than a few glances at her when I drove us home.  When I did I felt so proud and happy for her and, admittedly, a little envious.  She sat there glowing.

She was so proud of how well her boy had run and happy as I have ever seen her.

There's something special about this game from a myriad of different avenues.  Jocks, trainers, assistants, grooms, gamblers, all of 'em can tell you stories.

Today, the story is about an owner who gave her knucklehead boyfriend a new and better appreciation for the game and a new way to watch a race and understand the sport.

After watching races since I was a toddler I can say after 40 years I watched a race at Saratoga in a brand new light...

... and that is, arguably, one of the most thoughtful and sweetest gifts she has ever given me, and one in which I will be forever grateful for.




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THANK YOU for being there with me on Jim's Saratoga debut and writing such a heartfelt article....and even though I was only there a short time I can see why Saratoga is your paradise...can't wait to return with you for Jim's next go at it.

Well done, Patrick (and Stacy and especially Jim!). And welcome to the club...being close to someone who owns a race horse is the next best thing to owning one yourself. In fact, it might even be better--no bills and you still share all the excitement! Keep the blogs coming!

You make blogging look like a walk in the park! I've been trying to blog daily but I just cant find writing material.. you're an inspiration to me and i'm sure many others!

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Patrick Kerrison

While most American men of Patrick's generation grew up talking to their Dad about baseball and the likes of Mantle, Ford, Berra and DiMaggio, he and his father covered the racing beat and talked of Ruffian, Seattle Slew, Affirmed and John Henry.

The son of a newspaperman, Patrick spent his summers a "spoiled" child, but not in the traditional sense. Spoiled because his August months were spent at Saratoga Race Course watching the best the game ever offered.

Breakfast in the mornings, races in the afternoons and the occasional party when kids were welcomed in the evenings, he has lived a privileged childhood. For better than 10 years Patrick worked in varied frontside positions in racing, "living the dream" as he calls it.

Today at age 41, he reverts back to his life as an eight year old with the same passion and love for the town of Saratoga he always had, but with the perspective of an adult. His appreciation for her history and his desire to go back in time revives every summer, while never forgetting the glorious life he lives today. Patrick and Saratoga.com invite you to come back to Saratoga's 18th, 19th, and 20th centuries and a little bit about today, too.