I’m still tickled over California Chrome’s Preakness victory Saturday. A horse racing fan since, for all intents and purposes, birth (when Mom married Dad in ’74, family joked that she loved Secretariat more than she did Dad!), I’ve been following Chrome’s progress since midwinter, when his name and handsome chestnut face began popping up in the Blood-Horse.
Once my favourite Derby pick, A.P. Indy’s son Honor Code, was injured & went off the trail, I went with Chrome—to the point that in the week before the Derby, I turned his silks into my pedi. You might say I’m passionate about the sport (you should have seen my Afleet Alex pedi in ’05).
The story of the horse, his owners, his trainer, his jockey is so wonderful, it’s unsurprising that Chrome has captured the public imagination. It’s the sort of feel-good, normal-folk-make-grand story Hollywood rejects today but loved during the 30s and 40s—but it’s real life!