Tuesday, January 11th, 2005Not Jus Any Horse
One cool March morning at Santa Anita’s Clocker’s Corner, Laz Barrera stood at the rail, his gold stopwatch in hand. “I need to fire thees exercice boy, Gordito,” he said to me. “I need to get thees horse to run a mile and a sisteen. Thees water-melon is letting heem run off every morning.”…
