Re: Thoroughbred Horse Racing [Merged]
Well, the spring is over and it was by no means unforgettable. Watsisface won the CC, the handy Kyneton Cup prospect won the Cox Plate, beating the legendary Zipping, the bastard got beat in the Derby and the filly failed to stay in the Oaks and won by four.
The Huss was set an historic mission for the spring and came up 100 years short. Pretty much every trainer in the country proved that he is not fit to be mentioned in the same breath as the Socratres of the turf, Bart and the riding was as bad as I have ever seen.
And to cap it off Greg Eurell produced the true glamour horse of Australian racing, The Cat, half right at his longest primo trip and trained him into seventh in disgraceful company. Lucky So Crates Cummings was there to clean up.
So what was good? So Crates, of course. You may be reading this post at fifteen years of age. Maybe you're eighty. Irregardless, or disrespective of your age I can promise you this: you have never and will never see a better representative of Australian racing than Bart Cummings.
It's not fair to compare Moody or Danny O'Brien or that specialist in soft ons - Mick Price - to Bart. Because they suffer from incurable mediocrity. It's not a topic we come across with Bart.
Viewed missed a run in his lead up. Before the CC an interviewer (I forget the name) suggested to Bart that it would be a fine training effort to get Viewed over the line in the CC given the run he missed. Bart had a snort and the fired back with an introspective "It certainly would". What he didn't say was "Particularly given that he is stone dead."
Exactly how many Caulfield Cups has Bart trained? Who gives a *smile*? Certainly not Bart. How many years is it since the Monkey slaughtered Rogan Josh at 40s in the CC? (Oh, the pain.) And retained the ride.
The Melbourne Cup of 2008 will be a matter of consideration for form students for some months. But this much we know: if not for Blake Shinn's filthy ride Viewed wins by four. Gauci and Newitt will laugh for decades about how early he went. His missus cries over the same.
And today there was a touching scene with Anthony going berserk over running second behind the old man in the G1 Whatever Stakes. Bart barely choked out a chuckle. BTW in the movie of Bart's life Rodney Dangerfield will play Anthony.
After the MC some talking head fired off a "So what a way to cap off Viewed's career, Bart." and So Crates cut up a bit rough and said something like "You haven't seen the last of Viewed." Were you listening?
But when we're talking about kings, not just any king, but the brightest star in a century we have to look at fools. Enter Aidan O'Brien.
First up let's acknowledge that it was such a weak year that the pom (this decade's Beekeeper) ran second, albeit with the race put on for him (just like Beekeeper). If poms are in the finish it's a very weak year because poms are just no good at anything. Okay. Some may think it's unfair to make an assertion like that without backing it up so here goes:
Axiom of racing #0136- Poms are no good at anything.
I hope that clears that up.
So we've proven beyond doubt that it was a weak cup (as usual the Melbourne Cup was the clear highlight of the spring, even a weak one). And then we get to Aidan O'Brien's strong suit: he knew that.
But then it gets very funny. First the stable backs the various cripples he's brought off the planet. Turns out Mr O'Brien has a plan.
He has in his care a few horses that have never been in a horse race. Sure, they've regularly taken part in the British Saturday tradition in which five mongrels take ten minutes to parade around a track over 4000 yards. But racing? Nup. Never done it.
These equine legends, according to the master plan of Mr O'Brien, are going to set a sizzling speed over the longest mile and a half in the world. The stewards got involved, redefining redundancy and what happened next is legend, only a few days after it took place.
Mr Aidan O'Brien's horses (remember they've never actually been in a horse race before) are set the task of schooling Australian horses in pace. OMG. So they cut the first 1000m of a Melbourne Cup in under a minute. Three of them. And I hear that they ran the first ten furlongs in under two. Well, given that they've never run within 200m of that time in their lives it surprised no one that they got just a little tired and but for the retired pony (Gallopin) filled the reverse trifecta.
Afterwards it was all about the teddibly hahd track. Nuffers are nuffers, hard track or no. Mr Aidan O'Brien set a new benchmark for stupidity in world racing with his efforts in the 2008 MC. Let us never forget it.
If there was a simple lesson that Mr O'Brien could take from this campaign it is that he's here to learn, not to teach. The fact is that this Olympic idiot is still not sufficiently exposed by comparison to Bart. Most look like idiots compared to JBC. Let's establish a heirarchy.
I often refer to stupid racing people as carnies. And sure, I'm the first to admit that I'm a little too slow to break out the poison pen. But there are plenty dumber than carnies. Take Luca Cumani. He's an Upper Class Twit. His daughter may be attractive for a racing commentator. But she's less attractive than a supermodel and knows less about racing. Each of them has the rare talent of being able to run over themselves. UCTs.
A secret for you - at the Royal Melbourne Show there is a large tent (I cannot divulge it’s name but I’ve been there) where carnies bring in dodgem cars and try to run over themselves to prove that they’re upper class twits (that’s the thing about carnies, they’re always trying to improve themselves). But none has ever been able to do the dodgem suicide, proving for now that they’re not as stupid as Luca Cumani.
But Luca Cumani has a rare gift – he knows how dumb he is. And we can all be thankful that he survived his first glorious attempt to drive the red Fiasco over his own throat (a miracle). He can learn. So he gets Australian riders to battle on Australian turf. All he needs now is to get an Australian trainer to train them and he’s over the line.
And he knows the rule (he didn’t divine it – he was told): The Melbourne Cup is the longest mile and a half in the world. So that's the type he brings. Except for Mad Rush a ten furlong battler.
We all know that carnies only survive by stripping upper class twits. There's no doubt about who is the boss is the relationship. But Luca Cumani proved, giving hope to UCTs all over the world, that one day, maybe UCTs can fight back, can get almost square with the odd, *smile* carnie.
So we have three examples from the spring, a heirarchy of smart/stupid - the legend, Bart, the improving sub-carnie, Luca Cumani, and the immortal imbecile Aidan O’Brien. I s'pose it's a bit of a lopsided spectrum but who wants to think about the middle ground?
Speaking of which, what about us?
At Flemington this year we had… thirty-nine races. All bar one was put on for the leader. Most were run at a farcical tempo (despite turf genius, Greg Miles’s proclamations about the strength of the tempo, FFS). Only one was run at a fast clip and that was the Melbourne Cup. And that was thanks to the stupidity of Aidan O’Brien. Oh, the irony. Maybe he did teach us.
Aidan only stayed as stupid as he did because he can’t learn. Even UCTs like Luca Cumani can. So why can’t we? Do we want to appear on the idiot radar next to AO’B? That’s pretty ambitious.
Why were the races all run at such embarrassing rates? There are two reasons. The less important is that the stupid riders are not as stupid as they used to be. You just don’t get the half dozen total imbeciles cutting each other to ribbons over the first 600m like you used to.
The main reason is the compression of weights. If your mount is getting nine kegs from the good horse you want to make them carry it. So you put the speed on. This is an extension of ancient axiom of racing #0003: Back topweights in welters. FXS every race is at least a Corinthian these days.
When Tuesday Joy or Forensics is carrying the same weight as the bush mare down the bottom how can the rider of the weaker horse advantage himself by putting the speed on? He has to slow the speed to give himself a faint hope of stealing a minor placing.
This is an obvious problem and we let it happen because we are idiots. (By ‘we’ I mean the VRC, or Whoever.) The question for us now is what kind of idiot do we want to be – the kind who learns, like Luca Cumani, or the kind who teaches, like Nuftibag O’Brien?
The handicap is the cornerstone of Australian racing. Who did away with it? By evening the competition we improve it. And Melbourne is the home of the handicap. Who did away with the weight discrepancies? If we don't reinstate them we'll end up watching five mongrels parade over 400m in ten minutes.
Save us, Bart.