I shook the stick at him and boy, he gave me a good little punch. About a dozen lengths later he just quit. Just inside the eighth pole, I had nothing left.

It didn't seem like we were going too fast. He'd run fractions like that before and finished well for me.

That was real hard, huh. He broke well and we sent him away from there because we didn't want anybody hounding him. I let him run a little down the stretch because I wanted him to get something out of it.

He still has that brilliant speed. He was tugging me to the lead. I had a ton of horse down the backside and everything was fine until the turn. When he switched leads, the track came away from him. He was slipping on the turn, and that's when the other horse got the jump on him. Normally on the turn is where he puts them away.

I've never been on a horse cooler than this horse, ... Nothing bothers him. The crowd was hooting and hollering and it didn't rattle him at all.

If you don't know what to do with many of the papers piled on your desk, stick a dozen colleagues initials on them and pass them along. When in doubt, route.