"If a horse has four legs, and I'm riding it, I think I can win"This morning I watched racehorses work out at Saratoga. There were no colorful silks and caps, no wagers placed; just jockeys and horses going about their business under the watchful eyes of owners and trainers.
Monday I'll return to join the crowds in the grandstand and cheer for the entries, who carry mighty dreams on four impossibly slender legs.
But today it was jeans and dust and purposeful exercise on an oval track.
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