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.

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.

Something random…

Have you ever heard someone say they had to “go” like a racehorse? Think it was just an odd saying? Well actually, there is some truth and some history behind that. 

Just for fun, I thought I’d point out a few expressions that have seeped into everyday use but originate from horse racing. Some of these are subjective to their actual origins but you’ll get the drift.

The above came about because it’s a healthy habit of a racehorse after a race.  At the track, the first and second place finishers always go to the test barn to be tested for any performance enhancing products. To do that, a urine test is performed. So often grooms, trainers and vets have to act fast to catch their sample for testing.

Getting a leg up: This comes from jockeys and riders who generally need a little help to swing their leg up and over the horse. (This has often been my job race day.)

Dead ringer: A ringer was a horse substituted for another in order to defraud the bookies. It originated around the end of the 19th century.

Vetting: To vet originally referred to the requirement that a horse be checked for health and soundness by a veterinarian before being allowed to race. Now, the general meaning is “to check”.

Dark Horse: Word is, a Tennessean horse trader mixed a race-bred dark colored horse in with workhorses and would enter into local races and win. People began to say “Beware of the dark horse” and it eventually came to be known as one no one knows much about.

Right out of the gate

Chomping at the bit

Down to the wire: Dates back to around 1900 when a wire would literally be stretched across the finish line.

Under the wire

By a nose

Having the inside track: In longer races, having the inside is, of course, the best as it is the shortest route to a finish line.

Homestretch: It refers to the last stretch of a race

Jockey for a position: The jockeys have to find the right place to move up in a race, their main job is to help guide the horse.

Hit your stride: Horses should run on the right “lede” or be using the correct stride to run best.

Neck and neck

Long shot

Across the board: A bet on a horse to win, place or show.

Closer: A horse that runs best in the latter part of the race

Off and running

Upset: The term as it is used now has long been attributed to the only loss by Man o’ War (One of the greatest racehorses ever. Once more popular and beloved than Secretariat.) The only horse to beat Man o’War was called Upset around 1920.

No Ordinary Girl

By 5 p.m. today, I plan to have my dress on, stilettos strapped and some ridiculously ugly hat on … and I’ll likely have no place to go.

I will, however, be ready for horse racing  history to be made.

Zenyatta, the first and only filly or mare (female horses) to win the $5 million Breeders’ Cup will be running her last race before retirement. (Yes that means a horse won more in 2 minutes than most pro-ballers make in a year.) 

Not only her last race will happen on Saturday, but her last win if all goes correctly. Her record currently stands at 19-0.

So, if you’re not a fan of horses or horse racing why should you care?
Well, you really don’t have to. But why does anyone care about any sport, anyway?

For one, competitions are fun to watch. We root for someone to win (more often than not the underdog) and it makes us feel good when they do. But in Zenyatta’s race, as a girl, I particularly root for her to win.

See, she has routinely beaten not only the other horses in every race she’s won but she’s beaten the boys. Even in the Kentucky Derby ­– the most well-known of all horse races although not the richest – only a handful of girls have won.

Zenyatta is the story of a fellow girl (albeit one with four legs) who has gone up against the boys and beaten the pants off ‘em every time, even when the odds are stacked against her.

Physically and mentally, the male (studs or geldings) horses tend to tower over the fillies in racing. But, Zenyatta’s record isn’t the only thing that stands out about her.
At 17-hands, Zenyatta’s grace and beauty is incomparable. She towers over her competition and her sheer size rivals that of Secretariat.

Speaking of Secretariat and getting back to why this Saturday’s race is important: Zenyatta is somewhat the Secretariat of my generation. Even the most non-involved person with horse racing knows who Secretariat is and is aware (if not only subtly) of the reverberations that went out around the world the day he won the third leg of the Triple Crown. Think, of the cry, “He’s a tremendous maaaccchhinnneee…..” or the Time Magazine cover of the big beautiful “Red.”

Well, if, er…I mean whenZenyatta wins her second back-to-back Breeder’s Cup and sets a career record of 20-0, she will likely do it in true Zenyatta style: Coming from the back to pull out a win in the nick of time, and although she likely has the speed and endurance left to do so, not pulling out too far ahead. She doesn’t like to hurt “the other horses’ feelings,” as her owners suspect. 

So when her nose hits that wire first, it will likely reverberate around the world once again. A moment in time that will live on for the next  how-many-years to be relived in books, magazine covers and the like until even those who never knew what a Zenyatta was—does.

It might not be a banner wave for the underdog (she is favored to win), but it will be a coup for the girls and it is something I would much rather watch live than hear about it after the fact. 

And so, I will be there too, in true horse racing style, donning  my best dress, girliest threads and highest heels (because horse racing is not a “cowboy” thing)  with a slightly disgusting mint julep in my hand.

 Now, I just need to find a place in Fargo that knows how to make mint juleps….