CONGRATULATIONS to American Pharoah and Victor Espinoza.
There's a part of me, having seen so many horses warped by the race track, knowing there is a dark, dark side to the business, that wants to hate horse racing. But there is an undeniable magic to this sport. It's terribly romantic. I cried Saturday, when I watched American Pharoah cross the finish line, because winning one of the jewels of the Triple Crown is a feat; winning all three is mind-blowing. There's something timeless and noble in the air at a race track. Something mythic about this sport. The horse is the ephemeral element - he doesn't care about the money, or the publicity, or the legacy; the incredible spirit of these animals will always humble me. I'm so glad I got to witness this moment in history.
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