I was at my desk Saturday afternoon, going through the motions of working. First thing on the television (which I can see if I want to) in the adjoining room was Disney’s movie Secretariat. After that NBC Sports Channel coverage of the early undercard at Belmont for 2 hours then the switch to the official Belmont coverage on NBC at 4:30.
It occurred to me there are plenty of people who don’t understand the fascination any more than I “get” Nascar. There’s a difference though. The Triple Crown is all about the horse, not the jockey, trainer or owner. It’s an awe-filled celebration of power and the sheer joy of living and running from what is arguably one of God’s most magnificent creatures. The people are secondary.
American Pharoah’s connections understood this. It wasn’t false modesty when they said that he was the one that did it. They were just grateful to be associated with him. They were all also very in tune with him and agreed they knew by the first few strides he would win.
I’ve never had horses race at this high level but do know that feeling. One of our horses, a mare, was racing on a glorious summer day. She looked especially good warming up and by the halfway mark I knew she would win. Told my children to hurry down to the winner’s circle because she would win and got the inevitable “How do you know?” response. She won.
Thank you, Pharoah, and thank you to every other horse that has provided this unique thrill whether for a nation or just your own circle.
Every sport has cheering fans and emotional moments but few can match the deafening roar that went up from the 90,000 people watching American Pharoah stretch out his lead in the Belmont Stakes as he won the Triple Crown and even fewer that can come closer to not a dry eye in the house.
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Eleanor Kellon, VMD