Of course, had I been at the track I can tell you two things for sure: I would have wagered differently on the Filly and Mare Turf (Intercontinental went off at ludicrously high odds--I mean--she's a terrific mare who adores Belmont--and I would have keyed her instead of Riskaverse), and once I saw Artie Schiller doing a half-pass in the Mile post parade I would have found a few bucks to bet him to win. Sometimes you look at a horse and think, that horse is ON. Artie Schiller had his neck arched like a dressage horse and was plainly perfectly ready. And for about fifteen strides after the wire his ears were pricked straight up, not bouncing in the slightest as he galloped. He knew he was going to win, and he knew he won, too. At the last Breeder's Cup I attended I saw that "look" in three horses: Tempera, Val Royal, and Tiznow. All three won. I remember very clearly looking at Tiznow as he came out onto the track--it was getting dark by then, it was freezing--and thinking, "Uh oh." I had my money on Macho Uno. But Tiznow's body language was screaming loud and clear: I will NOT be beaten today.
It snowed here yesterday, and while it's melting, my yard is still covered. They had to shovel off the field at Gillette yesterday before the Revolution could play. (They won!)