Much Ado About... Saratoga

November 2010 Archives

It matters not the time of year, nor the reason why.  But any mention of Saratoga and Horse Racing anytime outside the racing season always brings me a feeling of warmth and peace knowing I will return to her.

It may be nine months away, but she remains so close in my heart and I can see her clearly in my mind's eye.

Such an instant occurred when a friend emailed me a link to a segment on last Sunday's 60 Minutes.  Veteran newsman Andy Rooney waxed eloquent, as he will and as he might, about the movie Secretariat.

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An admitted novice at best when it comes to being a racing fan, Rooney talks of how his parents were raised in nearby Ballston Spa.  He tells us his visits to Saratoga were annual jaunts for nearly each of his 148 years on earth ... ok, 91 but wow...still...that's more than a few.

In it he talks of how he's seen some of the greats, and for a novice the man has seen the greats.

He's seen Whirlaway, Secretariat, Jim Dandy and Citation.  Seattle Slew, Dr. Fager, War Admiral and Man O War.

Then I started thinking...Man O War?  Wait a minute.  How old IS Andy Rooney anyway?

I looked him up.  Born January 14, 1919, he would have been an infant when racing's first Big Red raced and barely two when he showed the world that he could carry 138 pounds and still win.

Then I thought, you know, maybe I oughta cut the fella a little slack.  He's forgotten more than I've seen and was blessed to visit the Spa during a time I have only read about.  A time when, truly, I would have loved to live.  Simpler.  No lotteries or huge casinos to stunt the racing fan population.   Men knew to open doors for women and tip their hats, as they'd walk by.  Gentler.  More polite.  A time when men would wear a tie and a hat to the races, when please and thank you were common place.

But still, as a writer of The Saratoga Special often says to his friends and writes in his paper, THESE are our good old days.

Let 'em roll, then baby.  Let 'em roll.

And Andy, thanks for the warming mention of Saratoga as the chill of winter knocks at our door.

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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 invite you to come back to Saratoga's 18th, 19th, and 20th centuries and a little bit about today, too.