Last Saturday the Easter of horse racing occurred when millions who ignore the sport 364 days a year tune in for the most exciting 2 minutes in sports. Though most people know nothing of horse racing (some would argue I know nothing of it either) trust me that when Mine That Bird blew past every horse in the field and won this race, it was every bit as shocking as the New York Jets winning the Super Bowl in 1969, Buster Douglas beating Mike Tyson, The Mets winning the World Series back in 1969, David knocking off Goliath and the fact the Republicans nominated an Alaskan airhead for veep in 2008.
Mine That Bird was running, and losing, races in New Mexico as recently as March. How the hell this happened is what makes racing. But this is just stupefying. This horse didn't even belong in the race, much less winning it. A masterful ride by good ol' boy Calvin Borel as this plug horse came from so far back he must have stopped for a hot dog before he started running. It's a phenomenal race to watch, as long as you know that Mine That Bird is dead last until the far turn and the announcer didn't tell you he was winning until he had blasted ahead by 4 lengths.
Last year I hated Rick Dutrow and Big Brown. This year I love Mine That Bird.