Breeder's Cup 2014 - Santa Anita - Arcadia, CA - Nov. 1, 2014

The two-day 2014 Breeder’s Cup event at Santa Anita last weekend was humming along with fun and excitement at a venue tailor-made for the event. But then horse racing did what horse racing does routinely.

It messed up a great day at the races and sent a portion of the crowd home shaking their heads in disgust.

Saturday’s Breeder’s Cup Classic at Santa Anita was a hit-and-run robbery. It was a theft in plain view.

A good chunk of the 61-thousand plus at the beautiful race track in Arcadia, CA groaned when track announcer Trevor Denman proclaimed that Santa Anita’s stewards had let stand clear-cut interference by race winner Bayern and his pilot Martin Garcia at the race’s start.

The flawed outcome of North America’s richest horse race of the year erodes the already fragile trust invested in the dying sport by the jaded fans who gamble on it.

Bayern and Garcia swerved recklessly to the left coming out of the starting gate‘s #7 stall. Unusually sweaty in the post parade, Bayern slammed into undefeated race favorite Shared Belief (#6) with an almost full body blow. The carnage from Bayern’s sharp left turn also put the brakes on expected pacesetter Moreno’s early dash to the front. Seen from the head-on camera, Moreno (breaking from the four hole) lost all hope of gaining the lead after sustaining the uninvited contact.

Bayern ended up wiring the field and did so impressively if you set aside the obvious damage he inflicted on Shared Belief and Moreno. Those around me near the winner’s circle said the stewards had an easy verdict to render. Disqualify Bayern and place him in a position immediately after the worst-finishing runner impacted by his kamikaze move (which would make him dead last – after Moreno). When Garcia returned to the area on the main track where horses are de-saddled, he acted as if he lost the race. He jumped off Bayern and stepped away glumly as if he knew the stewards would change the unofficial result.

On the Breeder’s Cup television simulcast fed to race tracks across the country, retired jockey Richard Migliore said it was an obvious DQ. As the finishing positions blinked, the Mig did not mince his analysis. “(Garcia) took an immediate left hand turn. There was no hint of him trying to correct it. It looked like it was intentional. He wanted to get over quickly to get the drop on Moreno…It had a big effect on the outcome of the race. It (the contact) knocks the air out of horses. It’s a clear infraction. It had to have an effect on the outcome. It changed the entire race.”

What clinched my gut feeling that the stewards had no choice but to DQ Bayern was the fact so many eyes had seen what happened. The light was bright on this incident.

The head-on replay was from a camera position further than ideal given the event’s magnitude but it still offered overwhelming visual evidence of Bayern’s stray movement into rivals. As we waited for an announcement on the stewards’ inquiry, a few fans near me snickered that the only conceivable way Bayern would stay up would be if Bayern trainer Bob Baffert’s influence crept into the decision. Baffert is a popular Southern California trainer working on his home court.

It took seven minutes for the stewards to cook up the home cooking. No change in the order of finish! Bayern won. Fans booed. Those who’ve been going to racetracks or professional boxing matches for a long time could only laugh – knowing this kind of nonsense is always possible. And of course, if you had some shekels on Bayern – you just quietly cash the ticket, pocket the dough and walk out.

But I think the typical reaction from the level-headed horse racing fan interested in fairness and integrity is that Bayern roughed up Shared Belief and Moreno beyond any reasonable threshold necessary to conclude that those latter two entrants were improperly hurt in their effort to win the race as a result of the unwelcome contact.

A few minutes after the result was made official, Denman came back on the mike to explain the stewards’ decision. It was a confounding explanation. Said Trevor: “The videotape is going to show that while number seven Bayern did break in sharply at the start causing interference with the horses on the inside, the incident happened at a point in the race where it did not alter the original order of finish.”

Huh?

The way I read that explanation is that horses are entitled to body slam other runners as long as it happens out of the gate? It also seems to make the extrapolation of a horse’s performance post-contact a steward’s function. The ruling says in so many words that Moreno and Shared Belief need to toughen up, run on and hurry up to make up the lost ground. It’s all horses for themselves as long as there’s an undefined amount of time and distance to catch up.

To calm those hot over what happened, the trio of stewards who upheld the Bayern win sent out one of their own at Santa Anita the day after the Classic to further explain their thinking. Scott Chaney cited Rule 1699 for guiding the unanimous decision he reached with the other stewards Kim Sawyer and Tom Ward. It says in part: “A horse shall not interfere with or cause any other horse to lose stride, ground, or position in a part of the race where the horse loses the opportunity to place where it might be reasonably expected to finish.”

My pal Marc knows an esteemed and experienced LA railbird who says rough stuff out of the gate is consistently viewed as allowable by the SoCal stewards. I’ve heard others suggest the size of the purse and magnitude of the race made overturning a win more difficult given the event’s scope. I don’t buy any of that.

Rosie Napravnik wins the Twilight Derby (and the Distaff) on the same day she announced she was pregnant.  This is her aboard Long on Value for Mott.  October 31, 2014

Breeder's Cup 2014 - Santa Anita - Arcadia, CA - Nov. 1, 2014

Frankie Dettori and Hootenanny win the BC Juvie Turf - October 31, 2014

This was my eighteenth consecutive Breeder’s Cup on site (19th out of the last 20) and the third straight year at Santa Anita.

Despite the deflating conclusion to Saturday’s Cup card, I had a great time. I lost on the wagering side but I won for being there. 26-year-old Rosie Napravnik’s surprise pregnancy/time off announcement after winning the Distaff on Untapable was pretty dramatic given her current spot on the professional arc. Frankie Dettori unleashed his trademark victory celebration after winning the Juvie Turf. That happened almost immediately in front of where we were sitting and that will stick in my memory. You had a scintillating wire job by Goldencents (stubbornly defending his dirt mile title) and a visually impressive victory in the F and M sprint by Judy the Beauty. I think 35-year-old trainer Chad Brown emerged as the next guy to challenge Todd Pletcher’s dominance. Chadlee’s barn won three Cup races and threatened in the three other races in which his entrants ran.

Unexpected outcomes in the Turf Mile, Dirt Sprint and Juvie left Saturday’s Pick Six without a single winner. Instead of distributing all of the pool’s 2.5 mil minus takeout to Saturday’s five of six ticketholders, there was a carryover of 1.335 mil into Sunday’s run-of-the-mill Santa Anita card. That spiked the pool to five mil plus because of all the free money in the pot. The Sunday sequence played out with three short-priced horses, two moderates and a longshot. It paid a whopping 115 grand.

Next year Keeneland gets a turn as Cup host. My position on where the Cup is run remains unchanged. The powers-that-be should commit to a rotation of Belmont, Churchill and Santa Anita. No small track plants should be eligible. They don’t work for the majority of attendees – and Keeneland won’t either despite its magic. The Cup has had clear success at the three big tracks – especially Santa Anita. If the entities that operate Belmont and Churchill aren’t receptive to hosting chores, run it at Santa Anita every year until they are.

I’ve eaten well so far on this long vacation. Lots of eggs. None better than the two eggs over easy at Allen’s Corner Restaurant in Hampshire, IL on Tuesday morning. The eggs at this place are exceptionally flavorful and fresh. The coffee keeps coming and the service is always on spot. On the Sunday before Thanksgiving, Allen’s Corner will shut down. The new owner plans to make improvements to the dining room but our waitress indicated the popular diner will indeed reopen. We’ll see.

Scooter and Urvashi took me to Versailles in Encino, CA on Sunday for great Cuban food. The lechon asado was perfecto. Me and Jeff D had creatively crafted tacos at CaCao Mexicatessen in Eagle Rock on Friday night after the races. What a great place this is. J Gold has written glowingly about the duck tacos but I thought the pan seared snapper taco was even better. The night before we had killer pho at Noodle City in Monterey Park. The great Carsoni joined us Saturday night for a fun brewski session at the Colorado Bar. And our lodging experience at the nearby Saga was as steady/solid as from years’ past.

I made my first ever visit to Burger Records in Fullerton. That was fun. My Aunt, Uncle and I also walked the campus of Cal St.-Fullerton which has a pretty rich history and a solid baseball team.

On election day, my Mom and I saw St. Vincent while my Dad worked the polling place. The movie was excellent. I’d deny Bill Murray any kind of award for his lazy, uneven effort on the Brooklyn accent but this film does plenty to grab you. Melissa McCarthy’s performance as the single mother living next door to Murray’s horseplaying grump character stands out for its excellence.

After the movie, we saw final eight Illinois high school soccer action at Barrington High School. It was Lake Park vs. Streamwood for a spot in the state championship semis. It was windy in the mid-40’s. They play on carpet so the ball skids cleanly. It’s a faster, more proficient game at this level than I recall seeing it during my high school days. Without advanced knowledge of the rosters, my Mom and I were surprised to learn that the son of the kids we lived across the street from growing up was a key player on the Lake Park squad. Lake Park junior Brody Thompson was really strong with the throw-in and perhaps the most aggressive player on the field in terms of ground covered. What was really cool is that all four across-the-street Thompson boys and their father were in attendance for this one. The match had plenty of drama. Streamwood scored what turned out to be the game-deciding goal on a direct kick that was taken with Lake Park’s squad asleep at the switch. Early second half, Alan Camarena punched it in from 15 yards out just a moment after the official put the ball down and while Lake Park was still considering its defensive alignment. Deemed a legal play, Camarena executed a quick kick to perfection. Lake Park mounted a furious rally during which its head coach Anthony Passi was ejected for arguing with an official along the sideline. Lake Park had a corner kick chance down a goal with under 30 seconds to go in regulation. During the set-up on that piece, Lake Park keeper Michael Jasiak came all the way downfield and attempted to harass and obstruct the vision of Streamwood’s goalie Sergio Blanco. As players tussled for position, Blanco pushed Jasiak to the ground. There was no call and Blanco ended up making a point blank save to seal Streamwood’s 2-1 win.

I returned to New York on Wednesday night with six days left to go on this long vacation.

Restoration of operations at New York’s airports came just in time for me to slip out of town to reach Los Angeles for the Breeder’s Cup.

I found an empty seat on a bird bound for San Francisco at the crack of dawn Thursday. A connecting flight from SFO to LAX had plenty of space.

I initially believed a massive backlog of customers trying to exit New York on an airplane after more than three days without departures would make it impossible for a standby traveler like me to leave. Turns out the broad post-Sandy chaos in the region altered life in ways that makes the airlines’ flight booking calculus out of whack. The no-show factor rises. Seats opened up.

When I met up with Cup roommate Jeff D from Nashville at LAX at midday Thursday, it felt good to arrive in such a beautiful place. The palm trees. The sunshine. For a few days, it felt like the Best Coast. We played the band that carries that name in the rental car with the windows rolled down. We sat in traffic on the interstate. We ate and drank well. We gambled with both fists.

That’s not to say I wasn’t shaken a bit by concern about what was happening in New York as we had such a wonderful time in La-la land. But I’m glad I got away from it all for a few days. It was a planned vacation that could easily have been messed up but wasn’t.

The luck involved with executing the trip’s logistics didn’t extend to the wagering effort, however. I didn’t cash a ticket over two days of exciting Cup races. My pick four plays on Saturday’s card were meant to net longshot winners Little Mike, Trinniberg and Fort Larned. Unfortunately, the betting slips were constructed in a way that missed capturing the entire sequence and its huge payoff. My final desperation bet of the weekend was a $25 exacta box Fort Larned/To Honor and Serve. No credit is given for partial correctness.

Our pal Carsoni got us great seats in a Santa Anita clubhouse box. The two-day event was well-attended and most of the races had drama. The only real logistical complaint heard Saturday was the length of lines for a cold beer. Otherwise, Santa Anita aces this event. This was the sixth time the legendary and stunningly beautiful 78 year-old track hosted the Cup. It will return there next year. Some have suggested Santa Anita should be the permanent home of the Breeder’s Cup. I personally object to that proposal. I favor a rotation that would include Belmont Park in New York at least once every three or four years. Yeah, there’s a chill in the air here in early November but Belmont is a more attractive place to run for the European horses. The sun at Santa Anita on Saturday was blazing. It surely weakens animals who typically run in temperatures at least 25 degrees cooler. The heat also hardens the Santa Anita grass course in a way that’s unpleasant to potential European entrants.

That said, the most visually impressive performance of the weekend came from an Irish gelding named Grandeur in a non-Cup race. The three-year-old stumbled badly out of the gate in Friday’s last race (the Grade 2 Twilight Derby) and was way out of it (13 lengths) halfway through the mile and an eighth run on the turf. With a furlong to go and still a solid four lengths behind, Grandeur had a sudden rush of acceleration at a rate I don’t recall seeing anytime recently. It was a sight to see. Grandeur won by a half-length.

There were many other great racing moments: Wise Dan’s record-breaking time winning the Mile turf. Shanghai Bobby’s slow but gutsy effort to win the juvenile dirt without the aid of lasix. And the Argentine nine-year-old Calidoscopo’s victory from way out of it in the much-maligned Marathon contest. Scope’s win as an unknown quantity brought dancing and flag-waving from his Argentine supporters adding to the international flavor that is so entwined with this event.

Breakfast at Rod’s Grill before the races on Friday and Saturday was excellent. We caught Bama’s comeback win over LSU while eating dinner at Chiquita Bonita in Pasadena after the card Saturday. The best meal of the weekend came Friday night in San Gabriel. Talented restaurant writer Jonathan Gold touted Golden Deli on Las Tunas. The hit here is the Phan Ga Gio. Crispy, tightly-wrapped Vietnamese egg rolls, the Ga Gio is dipped in a savory liquid. Serious wow! The line was out the door when we reached Golden Deli, tucked in a busy strip mall filled with Asian businesses. Guessing we had time to for a beer down the street, we scampered to Al’s Cocktails for a round. When we returned to the Golden, our number had already been called but they seated us anyway.

Our final meal of the weekend came at Andy’s Coffee Shop in Pasadena. We had a hearty breakfast at Andy’s Sunday morning before heading to the airport. The actor Steve-O has a veggie quesadilla dish named in his honor here. Several pictures of Steve-O making a goofy face with thumbs-up while visiting Andy’s can be seen near the front entrance.

No visit to the San Gabriel Valley would be complete of course without stopping into the Colorado Bar to see Johnny the bartender. We hit the Colorado (in business since 1964) on both Friday and Saturday nights. Johnny is working the early PM shift these days. He exits at 10 PM now to make way for a younger, female bartender. But Johnny remains in fine form and he appeared glad to see us after a three-year gap. When we asked him how he’d been in the meantime, Johnny offered this uplifting assessment. “You wake up. You come in. You throw out the assholes. You go home.”

Our lodging spot for this stay was again the Saga Motor Hotel. The timeless three-story structure on the Rose Bowl Parade route is clean and well-run. Our room was just $79 a night plus tax.

Yard signs expressing opinions on California ballot measures and local races could be seen as we moved around the area. Among a myriad of props that gained the half-million plus petition signatures necessary to make California’s ballot Tuesday is Prop 36 which would alter the state’s draconian “three strikes and your out” law. Cali’s three-strikes law was enacted via prop a year after the 1993 kidnapping and murder of 12-year-old Polly Klaas. It has resulted in overly harsh life sentences for some 3000 felony offenders with third strikes considered non-violent. Prop 36 would soften three-strikes to allow for more sensible sentencing. It would have retroactive reach. Three-strikes laws often have popular support given worries about crime. But the financial strain of caging some of these inmates for life gives Prop 36 a good shot in California.

I returned to Queens Sunday evening. The flight’s final few miles into New York’s Kennedy passed at a low-altitude over the darkened Rockaways. Flashing red lights from emergency service vehicles dotted the peninsula. It was too dark to see the shoreline but as the Boeing 757 was about to land, you could see a cluster of high-rise public housing projects on East Rockaway. They were pitch dark.

The driver of the yellow cab that took me home said unavailability of gasoline in the five boroughs and Long Island had forced him to make middle-of-the night runs to fill his tank in Stamford, CT.