Mitole confidently wins the Breeders’ Cup Sprint
There was a twinge in Steve Asmussen’s voice as he screamed out from the rail at Santa Anita Park on Nov. 2. […]
Articles by Jeremy Balan
Covfefe stands-out in Breeders’ Cup F&M Sprint
The result of the $1 million Breeders’ Cup Filly & Mare Sprint (G1) might have been determined a handful of strides after the break. […]
Balan: Breeders’ Cup Juvenile ‘might take a little while to sink in’
ARCADIA, Calif. — The Breeders’ Cup Juvenile (G1) might take a little while to sink in. If Storm the Court and Anneau d’Or were the favorites in the $2 million race Nov. 1, the Santa […]
Balan: Mark Casse and War of Will
Twelve months ago trainer Mark Casse had a good-looking bay colt that looked like a solid turf prospect, but was still trying to figure things out. […]
Santa Anita main track may pose challenge to out-of-state shippers
There’s an old horse racing cliché that the final quarter-mile or so of any race is “where the real running begins.” As the field turns into the stretch and sprints to the wire, the best […]
Mandella: I got to thinking at about midnight
For whatever reason, Hall of Fame trainer Richard Mandella found himself awake in the middle of the night, and he started to think about the most talented horse in his stable. […]
Breeders’ Cup Draw: ‘Maybe inside will be the place to be’
ARCADIA, Calif. — Once the lively banter of the cocktail hour subsided and the Breeders’ Cup draw officially began late Monday afternoon. […]
Good start eases minds at Del Mar
It’s odd to type “normalcy” to describe an opening day at Del Mar. There is very little “normal” about the first day of the summer season at the seaside racetrack. Practically every track has a […]
Trainer Art Sherman bouncing back from cancer surgery
There hasn’t been a more welcoming presence on the Del Mar backside during the racetrack’s summer meet in recent years than trainer Art Sherman, and it’s likely to stay that way for 2019. The 82-year-old […]
From Pimlico infield to neighborhood, a most memorable Preakness
I was alone in my despair, with my hands on my knees and bent over at the waist, in the land of stumbling and slurring. Amongst lobster-red sunburns, quarreling drunk couples and gyrating youths, I […]