In the year since winning the Triple Crown and 2015 Breeders' Cup Classic, American Pharoah has received international accolades.
At certain times on the calendar the volume and quality of sport on offer to fans and competitors alike overflows the capacity for any single person to absorb. It is an embarrassment of riches and at present we are in the midst of one such bonanza of events. Where to begin?
Forty-eight years ago, Bill MacPhail, then in charge of sports at CBS, signed a deal with the US Tennis Open to carry its tennis matches, men's and women's, on the CBS network. That deal died last year and in 2015 you'll have to watch them on ESPN.
Triple Crown winners, like Secretariat, Affirmed and Seattle Slew, are revered. This year is no different, the Millennials have taken American Pharoah as their own on his trip to win the Triple Crown.
Have we, as a nation, lost our bearings? Have we lost all sense of proportion? The jubilation and near-hysterical levels of enthusiasm in response to American Pharoah winning horse racing's Triple Crown were not only wretchedly excessive, they were nutty.
Horse racing represents the two things I hate most: animal abuse and rich white people celebrating. Nevertheless, congratulations to American Pharoah on winning the equestrian Triple Crown.
By late Saturday, the Sports world will know if there is a Triple Crown winner for the first time in 37 years. The last winner was Affirmed in 1978. No one could have guessed that it would be this long before another horse would accomplish this feat again.
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.
The race organizer tried to physically throw her out of the race, but she successfully completed the marathon.
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."
As years go, 2014 was an interesting one in the sports world. Some might characterize it as depressing while others may look back on it as exhilarating. Whatever the case may be we know that at some point in the future we will look back on the year 2014 with nostalgia.
Over the years as my naiveté diminished, I gradually became aware of the realities of the sport and the way its heroes are abused and mistreated for our pleasure.
Like so many others, I've been inspired by the story of California Chrome. So much in fact, that despite not being a fan of horse racing, I decided to make the pilgrimage to Belmont Park.
By late Saturday the sportsworld will know if there is a Triple Crown winner for the first time in 36 years. No one could have guessed that it would be this long before another horse would accomplish this feat again.
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.
California Chrome's story is one of a small chestnut colt that could and his owners who believed that he and they could, as well.