I saw my first Belmont Stakes in 1972 when Riva Ridge prevailed by seven lengths. We went again the following year to majestic Belmont Park and every year after that for the next 15 years to see the Belmont Stakes. I even saw Secretariat win the Triple Crown, the Holy Grail of horse racing.
My wife Liz and I knew nothing about horse racing at the time, but in our minds, we thought, why not? We soon learned that the owners had undersold the ability of the horse, he was more than "pretty good."
The beauty and majesty of thoroughbred horse racing is indeed poetry in motion. When these magnificent animals take to the track, they do what is in their blood to do... they do what they were born to do... they run.