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The Dark Horses Inspiring Always Play the Dark Horse

I’ve been a horse-racing aficionado since 1966, when I started watching the Triple Crown races on TV.  My pick was Amberoid, who finished eleventh in the Derby, moved on up to third in the Preakness, then blasted home first by 2 1/2 lengths in the Belmont Stakes. ­ Sorry Kaui King on crimping your Triple Crown bid.  So it’s been lots of fun for me to bring my favorite sport into play in Always Play the Dark Horse.  For verisimilitude, I drew on some real race horses’ interesting quirks when creating the equine players of my story.

Equipoise, a handicap star of the 1930s, was known as “The Chocolate Soldier” for his dark brown coat and his warrior-like determination to win. A tough horse, he ran for five seasons and won an impressive 29 of 52 starts.  If he couldn’t outrun his competition, he wasn’t above taking a little chunk out of a horse who challenged him in a stretch drive – ­ hence his disqualification in the 1934 Metropolitan Handicap.  That loss actually was used for the final twist in the play and movie Three Men and a Horse. He brought such disqualifications on himself two other times as well, but he was also known as “the best assistant starter” for keeping fractious horses in line when he was set on the business of getting the race started clean.  An honest, hard-working, hard-knocking horse (literally), Equipoise was a leading stakes and money winner.

Another champion handicap horse, equally determined but far less free with his chompers, was Kelso.  For 4 years (1961-65) Kelso dominated handicap racing, knocking heads with such stars as Gun Bow, Mongo, Beau Purple, and Roman Brother.  He was horse of the year four consecutive years and won one handicap triple crown as well four consecutive Jockey Club Gold Cups, eventually became leading money winner, just missing being the first horse to win two million dollars.  Kelly may have been a tough nut to crack on the track, but he was a tenderhearted guy when it came to kids, letting them feed him ice cream sundaes.  After he retired, his owner, Mrs. Allaire Dupont even turned him into a saddle horse, but Kelso was not one to poke along trails. She noticed he had an affinity for jumping natural obstacles on their rides, so to keep her equine friend from getting bored, she successfully trained him as a jumper.  I can remember one of his exhibitions at a New York track where the old guy showed himself a master in yet another equine endeavor.  The racehorse to jumper story almost made it into Dark Horse; but, alas, necessary cuts sheared it from the story.  Maybe a sequel where this equine character makes a return engagement?

Devil His Due was a racer of the 1990s who looked as if he could have played the title role in Walter Farley’s Black Stallion series.  Unusual for a champion stallion, he was not retired early but ran into his sixth year. Also unusual, he was sound enough to never have run on Lasix.  I was even lucky enough to have seen him at Belmont Park when he ran in the 1994 Woodward Stakes.  Unfortunately, it was Holy Bull’s day of glory not Devil’s.   This black stallion still won more than his share of stakes: Pimlico Special, Brooklyn Handicap, Gulfstream Park Handicap, and back-to-back victories in the Suburban Handicap (with 1994 victories in the Brooklyn and Suburban, he copped two legs of the Handicap Triple Crown).  He was especially admired for his determined stretch battle with Lured in the Wood Memorial, finishing in a dead heat for first with the other horse.

Our black stallion was also famous for a little escapade with the IRS, a version of which makes it into Dark Horse.  Apparently, the IRS didn’t believe that the horse actually belonged to Edith Libutti, but thought the ownership was a tax dodge for her father.  They had a court order to take possession of him.  When trainer Allen Jerkins warned the IRS reps that race horses were temperamental and dangerous if not handled properly, the head agent snapped back that the government had a lien on Devil, could do whatever they wanted with him, going into the stall to seize him.  Devil was having none of this: laying back his ears and barring his teeth, he chased the agents out.  Apparently Devil was too tough even for the IRS.  He was back on the track and winning that same racing season.  Blackie in Dark Horse puts on a similar show, demonstrating that we should all use our horse sense – if not our flashing teeth and hooves.


Sources for information and Images on each of the thoroughbreds.  If you believe the posting of an image here violates your copyright, please contact me and I will remove it.  No violation of copyright intended.

Amberoid photo:  Turf and Sport Digest Cover, September 1966

1. History of Thoroughbred Racing in America, William H.P. Robertson
2. https://www.bloodhorse.com/horse-racing/articles/214268/bh-100-equipoise
3. https://www.champsofthetrack.com/post/10-facts-about-equipoise

1. History of Thoroughbred Racing in America, William H.P. Robertson
2. A Horse Named Kelso, Pat Johnson and Walter D. Osborne
3. Richard Stone Reeves Paintings also from A Horse Named Kelso

Devil His Due
1. SuperPickle, Registered User Join Date: Nov 2014 Posts: 1,121 Rep Power: 7 SuperPickle is on a distinguished roadhttp://www.paceadvantage.com/forum/showthread.php?t=138591
3. https://www.thoroughbreddailynews.com/devil-his-due-dies-at-28/
4.Post Parade Image: Author’s collection
5.  https://twitter.com/drflivingston/status/578934814767751168
6.Confirmation Portrait: Thoroughbred Times 1997 Stallion Directory

Sharon and Yang Improve the Breed

Suffolk Downs was one of the premier race tracks of New England for the twentieth century.  For something like sixty or seventy years, some of the finest thoroughbreds competed there:  War Admiral, Seabiscuit, Stymie, Top Row, Menow, War Relic, Crimson Satan, Riva Ridge, Lost Code, Mom’s Command, Waquiot, and Cigar.  Sadly, it was the last of the New England tracks to close, in 2014.  Happily, though, the track has been re-opened this fall for three racing dates.  My husband and I had the pleasure of going to the track on the second date, October 3.

Here you see me checking out the odds Suffolk1before inspecting the horses.  As an aside, the beret came from my trip to France last spring.





My pick for the first race we watched, the 6th, was this gorgeous dark bay filly, Blessed at Mass.  Suffolk2She looked so much like one of my favorites, Damascus, that I had to put two dollars on her nose.




Unfortunately, she didn’t run like Damascus.  She may have been blessed at mass, but not so much in the race.  Suffolk10Cosmo Storm stormed through to win.





Oh, well . . .  DSCN2287


She looked so good in the post parade!Suffolka

As did her competitors

Suffolk4  Flashy Ross


Campion Lane  Suffolk3




Pistol Smoke



In 8th, I was taken by a beautiful bay mare named Zabeta.  Gorgeous, isn’t she? Suffolk14

As a Renaissance scholar, how could I go wrong playing a horse with the nick name of Queen Elizabeth I?  Here I am; the bet has been placed!Suffolk11






They’re Off!Suffolk13And so was Zabeta.  She came in fourth.


The Last Dance Stakes featured a horse named Victor Lazlo, who had won this stakes race the past two years.

Suffolk15 A consecutive winner and named for Paul Henreid’s character in Casablanca?  How could we miss?

A horse named Im Kwik lived up to his name, that’s how.Suffolk17





I think Victor took off in the opposite direction with Rick.

Ah well, after an exciting day at the track, the Yangs have to replenish their energies with dinner at Caffe Bella Vita in Boston.  DSCN2331The cappuccino was as yummy as the huge chicken salad sandwich, which I couldn’t finish.

But Yang finished it for me AFTER scarfing up his beloved linguini and meatballs. DSCN2332 It’s like being married to a pirahna!

Jewels of the Triple Crown Part 3

Blog #8

War Admiral: The Mighty Atom

Man O’ War was considered the yardstick for greatness in racing for most of the twentieth century––and still is by some. The original “Big Red” was a tall, rangy powerful chestnut with a star and stripe on his face and the look of eagles in his eyes. A fast horse out of the gate, he was almost impossible to pass, except for that one really bad start that cost him his only loss, to a horse aptly named Upset. War Admiral was his best son, amongst some fine stakes horses. Two horses couldn’t have looked more different: Big Red tall, some claim 16.3 hands, and lean; War Admiral muscular and compact, only standing 15.3. Man O’ War a gleaming red chestnut, the Admiral a solid dark brown, almost black. Nevertheless, the two shared a blinding speed and feisty spirit that brought them home first over some very good competition.

War Admiral, nicked named the “mighty Atom” for compressing such a concentration of speed and power in such a small package, was foaled at Riddle Faraway Farm, the home of his magnificent Dad and owned by Samuel D. Riddle (who raced both horses). As a two year old, the colt’s record was respectable, though not spectacular: three wins in six starts, including one stakes race (Drager 62, Robertson 318). Still, he showed both promise and spirit, which he fulfilled by going unbeaten at three. In the Chesapeake Stakes, he trounced the winners of the Flamingo and the Santa Anita Derby, leading Samuel Riddle to break his rule of not running in the Derby for the first and only time (Riddle felt that early in May was too soon to ask a three year old to go 1 1/4 miles). After War Admiral caused an eight-minute delay at the starting gate (the spirited colt loathed the confinement), he shot to the lead and stayed there to romp home by 1 3/4 lengths over the good Pompoon (Drager 62, Robertson 318). The Preakness proved an even more thrilling race, with Pompoon’s jockey sending the colt to challenge War Admiral early and the two staging a furious battle on the lead. War Admiral prevailed by just a head (Drager 63-65, Robertson 318). Interestingly, Robertson claims that the victory was more authoritative than it looked, with the Admiral decisively turning back every attempt Pompoon made to move ahead (318). The Belmont Stakes was a particularly impressive victory, and not just because War Admiral led from start WarAdmiral2to finish as if he were on a sprint rather than a 1 1/2 distance run––or because he tied the American record for the distance of 2:28 3/5 (Robertson 318). War Admiral left a trail of blood behind him as he trotted to the winner’s circle because at the start of the race, during his hijinks, he had “shear[ed] off a piece of the wall of his right forefoot” (Keller qtd Robertson 318) and “run the race without noticing” (Robertson 318, Drager 68).  You can see his accident in the photo above.

War Admiral was out of action for four and a half months, but when he was back in action, he racked up wins in the Washington Cap and the Pimlico Special (under 128 lbs!), to take Horse of the Year Honors for 1937 (Robertson 318). That year, another horse was making headlines, the rag-to-riches handicap star you may have seen a movie about: Seabiscuit. The Biscuit and War Admiral missed meeting in 1937 when the former was pulled out of the Washington Cap, and 1938 proved to be a year of exciting rivalry for handicap and horse-of-the-year honors between the two. Both horses won big and racked up high earnings; both horses carried high weights to victory over the top stakes stars of the year. After several near misses, the two finally met in a winner-take-all match race for $15,000 (not chump change in 1938). Anyone who’s been to the movies in the past few years knows how that turned out. Tom Smith used shrewd training techniques to get the Biscuit to break fast and put on an early burst of speed. For the first time in a long time, War Admiral was headed, almost literally, out of the gate. The Admiral made several runs at the Biscuit, but it was the older horse who finally prevailed (Drager 73-82, Robertson 325-26). Still, War Admiral hardly suffered a broken heart, turning around shortly afterward to trounce his rivals soundly in Rhode Island Cap under 127 lbs. at the old ’Gansett in Rhode Island. War Admiral came back to racing at five; owners weren’t afraid to ask their horses to prove themselves (without necessarily over racing them) in those days. He took a prep for the Widener, then was seWarAdmiral1t back, first, with laryngitis, then with a bowed tendon, and retired (Robertson 326, Drager 83). Marvin Drager (83) suggests that War Admiral got his “revenge” on Seabiscuit by having a far more successful breeding career, siring Busher, War Jeep, and Busanda (the inestimable Buckpasser’s Mom). However you look at it, War Admiral did his Daddy proud.

Sources: The Kentucky Derby: The First Hundred Years (Peter Chew); The Most Glorious Crown (Marvin Drager); The History of Thoroughbred Racing in America (Willaim H. P. Roberston).

Jewels of the Triple Crown, Part 2

Blog #6 Father/Son Act: Gallant Fox and Omaha

Although there have been many parent/offspring winners of individual triple crown races, there only one such duo has taken the entire triple crown: Gallant Fox and his son Omaha. Both horses were owned and bred by William Woodward’s Belair Stud and both carried his white with red dots silks. Gallant Fox was foaled in 1927, a trim bay with a crooked blaze, son of import Sir Gallahad III. As a juvenile (two-year-old) he was not stellar, but not bad, winning two of six starts, including stakes. His problem was not lack of speed or stamina but a plethora of curiosity (Drager 36). William Robertson described him as “lively as a puppy and just as inquisitive” (276). At the start of the Tremont Stakes, he was left at the barrier because he was too fascinated with watching the other horses. Things got much better at three.

GallantFoxThe year of Gallant Fox’s triple crown, the Preakness was run before the Dery, on May 9th. The colt went into the Preakness with a romp in the Wood Memorial. Even with bad racing luck, being boxed in and shoved back, Earl Sande found racing room for the colt, and after a tough duel with Crack Brigade, Gallant Fox pulled away for a three-quarter length victory. All this was a major coup for the colt who had “appeared to be so hopelessly lost on the first pass of the grandstand,” earning him his soubriquet “The Fox of Belair” (Drager 38-40). In the Derby, on May 17th, he came from behind in the pouring rain to win by two lengths (40). The Belmont, run on June 7th, matched him against juvenile star Whichone. Everyone expected a spectacular duel between the two; but when Whichone challenged in the stretch, Gallant Fox turned him back easily for a three-length win (43-44). From then on, there was little turning the Fox back, as he went on to win the Dwyer, Arlington Classic, Saratoga Cup, Lawrence Realization, and Jockey Club Gold Cup. There was one shocking comeuppance for the Fox at Saratoga. In the Travers Stakes, Gallant Fox and Whichone engaged in a suicidal speed duel on a muddy track, leaving the way open for a fresh long-shot named Jim Dandy to slip through on the rail and leave the two exhausted champs behind. Whichone broke down but did not have to be destroyed. One more race earning Saratoga the title “the graveyard of champions.” (Drager 45-47).

Gallant Fox developed a cough and fever at the end of the season, so Woodward, feeling his colt had more than proved himself, retired him. Initially, the colt did well at stud, siring Omaha, Granville, and Flares––then, not so much. He died on 11/13/54, an hour before the runnings of the Gallant Fox Handicap and the Marguerite Stakes (named for his dam) (Drager 49).

Omaha was a stunning beauty: “Bright gold chestnut, [with] a slash of a blaze” (Drager 51). His two-year-old season wasn’t exactly stellar, either, although he won or finished second in several stakes. He was just too big and awkward. However, at three he was no longer gangling but imposing, standing 16.2 hands tall (a hand equals four inches) (51-52). He took two races before the Derby, including the Wood Memorial (like his Dad), then took the Derby in muddy going by 1 1/2 lengths with a strong finish; the third time a father/son duo had done so. In the Preakness, Omaha earned the name “the Belair Bullet” when he “smotheredOmaha his field” to win by six lengths!   He failed to come home first in the Withers, but then shone in the Belmont on June 8th, coming from behind on a muddy track to out-duel Firethorn for a 1 1/2 length score (Drager 52-54, Robertson 310). Omaha’s post-triple crown career won him honor, as he took the Arlington Classic and the Dwyer (again following in Dad’s hoof prints), but came up lame prepping for the Travers and retired for the year. As a four-year-old, Omaha campaigned in England, winning the Victor Wild Stakes under 129 lbs. and the Queen’s Plate by a neck under 130. The filly Quashed nipped him at the wire in the Ascot Gold Cup, with him giving her weight; and the British took the colt to heart for his gameness (55-58). Woodward tried again for the Gold Cup the next year, but Omaha came up lame and was retired. Unfortunately, he did much worse at stud than his sire and was sent from Claiborne Farm to the Jockey Club’s Lookover Station in upstate New York, before he finished his days at ease on a farm in Omaha (how appropriate), Nebraska. He died in 1959 and was buried at the state’s premier racetrack, Ak-Sar-Ben (read it backwards) (58-59). Next installment: Man O’ War’s best son: War Admiral.

Sources: The Most Glorious Crown (Marvin Drager);  The History of Thoroughbred Racing in America (William H. P. Roberston).

Gallant Fox photo from The Most Glorious Crown (Marvin Drager).
Omaha photo from he History of Thoroughbred Racing in America (William H. P. Roberston).


Jewels of the Triple Crown

With all the well-merited excitement over American Pharoah’s [sic] being the first horse to cop a Triple Crown in 37 years, I thought people might like to know a little about the eleven colts who preceded him in attaining this difficult feat. First, you might like to know that the Derby, Preakness, and Belmont Stakes were not officially dubbed the Triple Crown by the Thoroughbred Racing Association until 1950, after Citation (Big Cy) swept them in 1948. In the first quarter of the twentieth-century, they came to be considered the most important races for three-year-olds (the only age allowed to run in them). Then, in the mid-1930s, Charles Hatton of the Morning Telegraph and Daily Racing Form referred to them, unofficially, as the Triple Crown of stakes for three-year-olds when Omaha swept them (Chew 74, Drager 3). So let’s take a look at the first triple crown champ, Sir Barton.

Sir Barton SirBarton1

Sir Barton (foaled 1916), a striking chestnut with a white blaze, scored the Triple in 1919. Owned by Canadian J.K.L. Ross, the colt was quite a character. No Kelso who would eat ice cream sundaes from children’s hands, he was more likely to eat the children. As Marvin Drager writes, Sir Barton, “ignored horses, despised humans, and hated pets” (19). Drager posits that Sir Barton’s bad attitude might have stemmed from having had tootsies so tender that he had to be shod with piano felt between his feet and his horse shoes (12, 19). But that orneriness translated to gameness on the track. Even more interesting, Sir Barton was not only the first triple crown winner, but the first maiden to take the Derby. The term “maiden” in horse racing has nothing to do with being demure or virginal. It just means the horse has not yet won a race.
With the Derby, Sir Barton made up for lost time. His owner put him in the race as a “rabbit” for his stable mate, Billy Kelly––a rabbit being a fast horse who sets a killer early pace to make sure any front-runners are too exhausted to withstand a late rush from a come-from-behind runner. Jockey Johnny Loftus let Sir Barton have his head, then let him keep it in the drive to the finish, where Sir Barton scored by five lengths.SirBarton2 The colt proved what a tough cookie he was by coming back four days later to crush the Preakness field by four lengths (And people think the races are too close together, today!). Then he sealed the deal by taking the Belmont Stakes by five. Only two other horses dared face him that day. The racing chart amusingly states that for a 1/4 of a mile Sir Barton “indulged Natural Bridge with the lead over the Belmont course” (qtd. Drager 18). Cold, man. Barton proceeded to finish out the season with a total of eight wins in thirteen starts, over the best of stakes company (Drager 14-18, Lauder 8, 18, 39; Robertson 234-35). Not bad for a cranky Canadian “tenderfoot.”
The next year, 1920, turned out to be the best and worst of times for Sir Barton. He came home first in numerous stakes and handicaps, carrying impressively high weight (129, 132, 133, 134 lbs.) and defeated 1918 Derby winner and beloved handicapper Exterminator (Old Bones), as well as fine stakes horses such as Wildair, The Porter, and Mad Hatter. Mad Hatter provides us with an interesting transition, since his sire (Fair Play) also fathered Sir Barton’s equine version of Kryptonite: Man O’ War. Now you might have to be of a certain age to know who Man O’ War is, but the truth is that the original “Big Red” was the yardstick against which all great racers were measured––until 1974, when another chestnut colt with a star and stripe on his face copped his nick name and the triple crown. There are still people who see the first Red as the best––I’m one of them. In fact, Man O’ War would undoubtedly have been a member of the Triple Crown club but that his owner (Samuel Riddle) believed that the first Saturday in May was too early to run a young three-year-old 1 1/4 miles––but I drift wide in the stretch (digress). These two met and this time it was Man O’ War’s turn to briefly “indulge.” Then he crushed Sir Barton with an unsurpassable surge of speed in track record time for a pot of $80,000 dollars––not hay in 1920 (Drager 26-27, Robertson 242).
Sir Barton raced three more times after this, and though he performed creditably, he still didn’t win (Robertson 242, Drager 28). With nothing left to prove, he was retired, and did fairly well for himself at stud in Virginia. At seventeen, “he was turned over to an U.S. Remount Station.” Eventually, he finished out his days comfortably on a ranch in Wyoming (Drager 28). He doesn’t look so cranky in this picture. Maybe his tootsies weren’t sore from running hard, any more.SirBarton3



Sources: The Kentucky Derby: The First Hundred Years (Peter Chew); The Most Glorious Crown (Marvin Drager); The Triple Crown (Bill Lauder) The History of Thoroughbred Racing in America (Willaim H. P. Roberston).
Photographs:  Sir Barton 1 (Roberston), Sir Barton winning the Derby (Draber), Sir Barton grazing (Drager).