As I realized that NYRA’s ringtone on my phone–“New York State of Mind,” by Billy Joel–had somehow fallen out of my BlackBerry, I became a little crazy with excitement about the next few months of racing in New York State. I felt compelled to write this little trib to our tracks, our people and my love for all of it…
Over the course of 50 years, I’ve probably lost the equivalent of the mortgage on a small trailer, lol, two bucks at a time. I’ve kissed rock star horses like Afleet Alex and fed cookies to a queen. I’ve sat in Clubhouses and on rickety apron benches, and I love each and every one of my experiences.
I love every track I’ve ever visited--yes, every track, in its own way. Whether elegant or gritty, every race track has a story to tell. Between the floorboards and the cinder blocks or cherrywood, there lies beating the heart of a building that has witnessed history, heartache, jubilation, victory and crushing defeat. As they say–if those walls could talk. If they could write a book, some people finally would get the props they deserve. Others would go to jail.