A Grand Assignment
The longer Oaks Day goes, the lengthier the span of time between races. When the seventh race lazed into view — around 1:40 p.m. — there were 30 minutes to post, and it was time to fidget then time to ramble.
Read moreThe longer Oaks Day goes, the lengthier the span of time between races. When the seventh race lazed into view — around 1:40 p.m. — there were 30 minutes to post, and it was time to fidget then time to ramble.
Read moreNo surprise when the media is treated like dogs, but today we actually looked like mangy mongrels after tramping through the Churchill barn area all morning as monsoon-strength rains passed through, courtesy of a laughing God.
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