I always hate it when the proverbs prove true. Especially when I'm found to be the 'poor worker blaming his tools.' Examination of my recent handicapping follies has proven that–to save time– I began meddling with the process, cutting corners, not dotting every 'i', etc. My bad!
I am back to performing each phase, step-by-step; inch-by-inch and it has already made a difference. (See Reign of KIngs)
That doesn't' mean my observations about the abominable Saratoga performances of NYRA's better riders doesn't hold merit. In particular, one of my favorite jocks has lost at least three races because he can't or won't recognize that track's turf is playing to front runners. Each time he was on natural front runners, that he strangled out of the gate to the back of the pack–only to miss with with outside rallies. Somebody needs to pull this guy's coat…off of his head.
Again, thank God for Monmouth!
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