Horse racing is a sport of dichotomy: Colts and fillies, horses and mares, front runners and swift closers. Oh, and winners and losers.
As I’ve said before, the Breeders’ Cup, win or lose, is a reward for those of us who have spent a long (I’d argue too long) year following horse racing. The Breeders’ Cup is the delicious, sumptuous, delectable icing on an over-baked, stale, and dare I say, moldy cake. Still we eat on.
This year’s Breeders’ Cup was plump and bloated with winners and losers; we’re going to see-saw between each starting with a winner and, well, you get the trajectory.