Orb, Ruffian and the Triple Crown

I didn’t bet on Orb, this year’s Kentucky Derby winner, but I should have.

I should have noticed Orb was wearing the colors of one – if not the – greatest fillies of all time: Ruffian. 

Then, there would have been no doubt where to lay the measly dollar I put down in an informal pool bet.

Since Orb’s win, his ties to Ruffian and Secretariat have been briefly mentioned by articles and turf writers, but the focus has been more on the Secretariat connection, which I fear has left too many without a sense of just who the great Ruffian was.

Ruffian was a tremendous brown filly born in 1972 at Claiborne Farm in Kentucky, the granddaughter of Bold Ruler, Secretariat’s father. Interestingly enough, Orb’s derby win came just one day before the 40th anniversary of Secretariat’s own Derby victory. 

But Orb is not just related to Ruffian and Secretariat by blood; his connections are also related. 

Before that 1973 race, Ogden Phipps had an arrangement at Penny Chenery’s Meadow Stable to breed two of Chenery’s mares to Bold Ruler over two years. A coin toss would determine who would own each colt. The year of Secretariat’s birth (the second year), Phipps famously lost the toss.

Fast-forward about 30 years, and Phipps’ son Ogden Mills “Dinny” Phipps and his first cousin Stuart Janney III kept horse racing in the family and partner on a handful of horses, including Orb.

This is where the second Ruffian connection is made: Stuart Janney is the son of Ruffian’s owners, Stuart S. Janney Jr. and Barbara Phipps Janney.

Ruffian was voted the Outstanding 2-Year-Old Filly of 1974 and won the Filly Triple Crown in 1975. She was unbeaten in 10 races and lead at every point of every race she ran. Ruffian also set stakes records in eight stakes races. She would soon become known for her heart and drive in racing for as much as her record.  Ruffian refused to let another horse past her. In one race, she popped a splint. She was no doubt in pain, but there is no way she would let the other filly pass her. 

Ruffian’s determination was ultimately her downfall.  In her 11th race, a nationally televised match race between her and Kentucky Derby Winner Foolish Pleasure in 1975, Ruffian broke her sesamoid bones and snapped her right foreleg during the race. Despite her jockey, Jacinto Vasquez’s, mightiest effort to pull her up, Ruffian would not give in, pummeling her own legs until she finally went down.

Ruffian immediately underwent a three-hour surgery, but when the anesthesia wore off, it is believed Ruffian still thought she was on the race track, thrashing and kicking the recovery stall as if trying to finish the race. The determined filly hammered the floor so much, she re-injured herself immediately.

Veterinarians believed Ruffian would not survive more surgery and she was euthanized on July 7, 1975.  

She is buried near the flag pole at Belmont Park, her nose pointing to the track’s finish line. Sports Illustrated included her as the only non-human on their list of the top 100 female athletes of the century, ranking her 53rd. Even Lucien Laurin, Secretariat’s trainer, told reporters, “As God as my witness, she may even be better than Secretariat.” Countless books and movies (which I have never had the heart to watch) have attempted to document Ruffian’s persona. Perhaps the only good things to come of Ruffian’s tragic death were strides made in racing and veterinarian medicine. A match race between two champions has not taken place in America since her death, and a “recovery pool” was developed so that horses now awake from anesthesia suspended in warm water and don’t re-injure themselves.

There are more than the connections to Ruffian that has me starting to believe Orb could be the horse to break the Triple Crown drought. Not only has a Triple Crown victory never been achieved in my lifetime (the last was Affirmed, who won it in 1978), but I think Orb is the first horse I’ve really hoped can do it.

Orb’s owners, Janney and Phipps, along with Orb’s trainer, Kentuckian Shug McGaughey, are old-time,true-blue horsemen. From all media reports, I get the sense they truly are in this heart-wrenching,exhilarating, beautiful sport for the horses. They are racing veterans who know the fleeting exhilaration of winning as well as the feeling of a spinning defeat, like a sucker punch to the neck, from factors that can’t be controlled.  

Janney told a New York Times reporter he says a prayer before every race, “Come Home Safe.” (Admittedly, I have a similar ritual just before the gates pop open.) Both Janney and Phipps were at the racetrack the day Ruffian broke down. Not only does the memory of Ruffian’s last race haunt Phipps, but after the 2006 breakdown of Pine Island, the man embedded in horse racing with enough money to buy three tracks of his own could not return races for nine months. And in interviews, he still seems remorseful of the loss. 

The three men are not plagued by rumors of cheating; their records are not marred with horses that tested positive for drugs, which only further blacken the cloud that has come to grow above the racing industry due to greedy, unethical and unmerciful cads who have lost sight of the lives they are supposed to be caring for. These men, Shug in particular, are known for their patience, caring and understanding of horses. Racing, the horses, it’s all in their blood. It’s not about the money for two families who have plenty. They are not some fly-by-night partnership erupted from disposable wealth with a lust for the limelight of a Triple Crown.

They embody what horse racing should be: an outlet for the spirit of the horse to shine. They embody what the American Dream is supposed to be built upon – hard work, patience and climbing the high road, skipping the shortcuts.

It’s a road I’m hoping will take them and Orb to the winner’s circle on Saturday during the Preakness and again on June 9 at the Belmont.

The Preakness is off at 5:20 p.m. CST.

Hollywood, The Derby and Minnesota

Gary Stevens

Retired jockey Gary Stevens will once again be appearing on the Kentucky Derby pre-show this year. Although many may not have heard of his three-time Derby winning career, a lot of people still recognize him from his starring stint in the movie Seabiscuit. Stevens played George “Iceman” Woolfe, aka, the guy who takes over for Red Pollard (Tobey McGuire) in the match race scene after Pollard/McGuire gets hurt.

What even fewer people know, is that Stevens is the younger brother to Scott Ste

vens, jockey at Minnesota’s Canterbury Park. It’s a fun Hollywood tie I like to let others in on.

Scott Stevens is just as accomplished, and still riding. He holds the Canterbury record for most starts (5,710), and is just seven wins behind Derek Bell, the all-time winningest jockey there.

Stevens is an incredible jockey, and an all-around nice guy. He was my favorite to watch and every once in awhile, will still ride a Quarter Horse. In fact, he has ridden some of our horses. Both Scott and Gary learned to ride on the

Scott Stevens

Quarter Horses and eventually moved to Thoroughbreds.

Last July, the then 49-year-old Scott, was airlifted from the track to North Memorial Hospital in Robbinsdale, Minn. after suffering multiple injuries during a ride in the sixth race. Although he was initially listed as in critical condition, Scott rallied was eventually released.

Although he has batted around the idea of retirement in the media, all on the backside of Canterbury are hoping he returns this year, once again.

Keeping an eye on the roses

I don’t like to watch the front of a race. I never do. Tomorrow, when everyone is watching the leaders round the Churchill turn, that’s when I’ll be looking to see who might be making their move from the back.

I don’t have a personal favorite in Saturday’s Kentucky Derby. I like to simply wish for a safe race for all and a good race to watch.

I like when a closer takes the win. It’s hard not to. That feeling of an underdog coming from behind; defying the odds to take the title; its horse racing’s biggest draw.

My style of race watching especially paid off in the 2009 Derby. I was watching the horses looking for a hole (a way to move up on the inside past the other horses), and I saw jockey Calvin Borel’s genius ride as he shot up a twig of space between horses for the win. I was watching the Derby with a few friends, and I remember yelling in spite of myself and pointing to the only gelding on the inside, telling them to “watch this one!”  

It was a risky move for sure, and one not many jockeys would have had the guts to make. I have to say, it is one of the reasons I like Borel and always have. Borel won the 2010 Derby on Super Saver and this year, he will be on the No. 3 horse, Twice the Appeal.

Here’s a link to the video of the 2009 Derby and Mine That Bird’s breathtaking run:

http://youtu.be/AjY-rrAoTl8

I don’t offer a lot of suggestions when it comes to betting in this blog, but I do recommend that come Saturday, your best bet is keeping an eye off the pack.

All bets are off

Although I love racing, I actually rarely bet at the races. I’ve been known to pick a few good ones in my day (at Fargo, I’ve been able to call a whole day’s card right), but for me, the thrill in racing is more of knowing what winning means to both the horses and the people involved.
Racehorses are just that, racehorses. It’s in their blood, and they love it. If a horse isn’t a runner, owners and trainers will know pretty early on and likely retire them or find them a new job. The horses know when they’ve done well or when they haven’t. If I haven’t told enough stories on this blog to make that point, I’ve got plenty more.

I want to dispel a myth about the “bat,” or the jockey’s whip. Granted, calling it a bat doesn’t help, but it doesn’t live up to its name. It’s not what it looks like. Sorry, folks, but if a horse doesn’t want to run, it’s not going to try any harder, no matter how much the jockey whips it.

The purpose of the bat is to help the jockey and the horse communicate. The jockey’s most important job is not to win, it’s to make sure his or her horse gets home safely. Not only can the horse’s life depend on it, but so can the jockey’s.

If the jockey wants to guide the horse to the outside because they see trouble on the inside rail, he or she would likely tap the horse on its left side. It’s the horse’s cue to go right.

The jockey will also know a horse’s style. He or she knows when to “hit the gas,” so to speak, on a horse. The horse may want to come from behind, but using the bat can tell the horse (in the jockey’s estimation) when it’s time to really go for it.

I always watch what the jockey is doing near the wire. I love a race when the jockey is completely hand-riding the horse. That means the jockey is just hanging on to the reins and the horse is in its own stride. It’s beautiful to watch a horse just take over, and make those last powerful strides to a win.

I need a Mucho Macho Man…

Well, maybe. But I’m actually talking about one of this year’s Derby contenders. You’ve got to love some of the names, and this one is one of my favorites. This year especially has some cute ones like Watch Me Go and Pants on Fire.

I liked Secretariat, Seattle Slew, and even the 2009 Homeboy Kris (why, I’m not sure why -  just did). Just for fun, here’s a couple of cutest or funniest names that have graced through the National Thoroughbred Association. Many of these I drew from EzineArticles.com.

  • Nutzapper
  • Tabasco Cat
  • Ghostzapper
  • Ready for Battle
  • Afternoon Deelites
  • I’m Feeling Tipsy
  • Lil E.Tee
  • Thunder Gulch
  • Funny Cide
  • Wrecked Em (1983)
  • Golden Shower (1955)
  • Bodacious Tatas (1985)
  • Date More Minors 
  • Lagnaf.
    I’ll give you a hint: it’s an acronym.

Derby draw tonight

Tonight’s draw in Kentucky made most of the trainers in Saturday’s Kentucky Derby fairly happy. According to reports, most walked away with the post, or close to the post, that they wanted. At any rate, it’s finally here.

Barring any late scratches, here is a look at the horses in this year’s Derby and their post position:

  • No. 1: Archarcharch
    No. 2: Brilliant Speed
    No. 3: Twice The Appeal
    No. 4: Stay Thirsty
    No. 5: Decisive Moment
    No. 6: Comma To The Top
    No. 7: Pants On Fire
    No. 8: Dialed In
    No. 9: Derby Kitten
    No. 10: Twinspired
    No. 11: Master Of Hounds
    No. 12: Santiva
    No. 13: Mucho Macho Man
    No. 14: Shackleford
    No. 15: Midnight Interlude
    No. 16: Animal Kingdom
    No. 17: Soldat
    No. 18: Uncle Mo
    No. 19: Nehro
    No. 20: Watch Me Go

The Derby post time is at 5:24 p.m. Central Standard time,

What’s in a hat?

When Carrie Bradshaw said she could live on Vogue because she felt looking at the beautiful clothes just “filled her up more” than food ­– I could relate. And I wasn’t much of a Sex in the City fan. But I do love fashion. So, last year when I saw this fall’s trends would be equestrian inspired, I was ecstatic. It seemed like the latest trends in fashion would be a nice reflection of the different parts of my own life. Plus, my obsession with boots would pay off.

I got to thinking about my style – and at times a lack of. I’m a hat person. I have more than 75 hats: Everything from fedoras, stocking caps, baseball caps and beach hats. Oh, I can’t forget the hats I’ve collected for Derby Day, and the (now) very-dusty-Jenny-from-the-Block topper. – Thank God I left that phase.

Considering my love of hats and my background, it’s a little ironic that I don’t actually own a cowboy hat and I haven’t since I was about 8. 

I have a tacky gas station straw hat I once got on the way to a hard rock festival but rarely wear it and if I do, it’s to the beach. It reminds me a little of a particular country singer, whom I find pompous and annoying.

My dad, on the other hand, has a cowboy hat for every occasion. He has the old white hat for every day, a semi-old hat for “going to town” (which really means catching an easy dinner at the local diner) a semiformal black hat and the latest edition black felt hat for “formal” occasions.  He even has a hard hat some co-workers had made for him in the shape of a cowboy hat.

I’m still trying to decide if the hats we wear say a little something about us or not. I lean to the side of “yes” but I haven’t figured out what. My favorite hat is one of my oldest: a newsboy that I got from my grandpa when I was little ­– a style that seems fitting, considering my profession.

Who knows, maybe one day I’ll give in and get myself a real cowboy hat to add to the collection. In the meantime, I admit the goofy straw cowboy hat is still fun, putting it on makes me smile because then I must be on my way to the beach.  Well, that is once I get the picture of a crusty Brett Michaels out of my head.