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Flatter: Thoughts on Bad Grass, Early Breeding, and Stallone

Flatter: Thoughts on Bad Grass, Early Breeding, and Stallone

Here comes the old-school column, the kind that should leave fingers smeared with that infernal ink and broad newspaper sheets dotted with rings from coffee cups.

While waiting to watch the first popular video of a pre-dawn brawl between nerdy shoppers storming castles that are suburban malls, this is a lazy compilation of random thoughts, old notes, and maybe an unknown receipt from a long-forgotten road trip. (Have you already spent $35 on a burger and beer while waiting for a canceled flight?)

Related: Fair Grounds is canceling turf races for at least a month.

The grass is always brown. That Thursday mound wasn’t a loose ball at an NFL game, which was actually an entertaining change-up for Thanksgiving. It came about when Fair Grounds said their turf track was in such poor condition, it would not be fit for competition for at least another month. Well deja churchill vu. Can a home racing office figure out how to grow a blade of grass? Many criticized the words to that effect on Twitter, which did not die the death I predicted last week. The common denominator of Churchill Downs is an easy target. But it seems to me that the situation at the Churchill Downs track, where it’s finally starting to look strong for the $10 million of the 2021 model year, is very different from what’s happening at the satellite campus in New Orleans. according to Daily racing modelSalt water entered the well, which is the source of irrigation for the natural grass field. I’m no agronomist – nor are most warblers – but it looks like this would be good for kelp and bad for lawns. It’s very easy to put a company monolithic unit on a batting tee and swing away, but those seem like two entirely different problems.

Not so fast my friend.

This does not let management off the hook for unjust causes at Fair Grounds. The riders say they were assured last month by track management that the turf will truly be ready for prime time when the 2022-23 meet started last week. So they moved out with all their horses. Now Weed finds herself covered with nowhere to go. Understandably, coaches might mutter that old line about writing a check with your mouth that your butt can’t cover.

Hard hat required.

Return to Churchill Downs track. There was so much construction going on there during the fall meet that it’s hard to remember where to walk without climbing over a temporary fence. I guess I’ll never get to know where spring is coming, but here’s an idea. When ParisLongchamp was being rebuilt in 2016 and 2017, there was a live webcam to allow curious onlookers to peer into what was happening every hour of every day. It was like an electronic hole through those plywood partitions that otherwise obscured the view of a new building going up in the big city. Here we hope that the final product on the American trail will turn out to be better than what ended up in France.

The ghost of Bernie Madoff. The nadir of the annual tide of big-name retirements came early this month when we learned that Flightline, Life Is Good, Epicenter, Malathaat, and Cyberknife had finished up the running. We got a late dose this week with Ce announcing the 2021 Championship and 2022 Breeders’ Cup winner on Mothers’ Tuesday. Reports say Ce Ce will be paired with Constitution and Tuesday with Justify. As racing fans we are told every year to get used to this, but where does it end? If today’s track stars are being turned into profit-making breeders in the name of creating the racers of tomorrow, it sounds like a scheme that is in danger of collapsing one day due to a poor foundation, especially since the racers of tomorrow may be following light races from Justify and Flightline. Put it another way. What is it called when yesterday’s investors only profit because of the new money raised from today’s buyers? At some point, the number of new buyers is tapped, and there is nothing to keep existing investors full. Change “New Buyers” to “Retired Racehorses”. there he is. Doomsday. But hey, I was wrong about Twitter.

Where are the horses?

I just watched the first episode of “Tulsa King,” mostly on the promise of a racing angle at some point. The Springboard Mile, 100 miles from Tulsa, is mentioned in the trailer and in the premiere. And that was it. It was just one of many plot teasers in the first hour along with a criminal past, a missing family, and a new love interest. There are nine episodes left in Paramount Plus, including the second episode on my to-do list. Now for the usual review crackling. Sylvester Stallone plays a charismatically violent gangster fresh out of prison and exiled, even if his newly appointed chauffeur isn’t allowed to call him. The similarities to Yellowstone are no coincidence since Taylor Sheridan created both. I feel Stallone’s character might pick up the torch carried by Dustin Hoffman on the old HBO series “Luck,” which came and went a decade ago. The similarities between their capos are hard to miss. It looks like “Tulsa King” is worth seeing again, no matter how long it takes you to get to Remington Park.

Cheap falling speed.

Fall here in Kentuckiana lasted about 36 hours. After two days of enjoying a drink at Tony’s outdoor saloon on a beachy afternoon in elegant St. Matthews, it was snowing. Since summer has extended so late, and winter has begun so early, I hardly have time to realize that come Sunday, the race in my backyard will continue into April. I could drive to Turfway Park, but it’s not Churchill and Keeneland. Not with that rubbery soup, which is what New York lawn writer Ed Fontane not so long ago used to call fake dirt. Since traveling south may or may not happen this winter, I’ll be moving in sometime to see the horses up close in the next few months. Someone just needs to convince me why I should taste tapita again.


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