It was with great interest that I read Bill Christine’s Nov. 6 article regarding horse racing and the need for “new blood” at the tracks.
Until recently, my husband and I had always been vague fans, interested in the Triple Crown, but unaware of anything else. Until 1997, we did not know of the Breeders’ Cup’s existence. Today we are avid fans, eager to get our hands and minds on anything to do with racing.
What changed us from casual to rabid fans? It started with Cigar, when we saw him lose at Del Mar in 1996. But the next year at Santa Anita, something clicked. I do not have a more rational explanation. I have since found a day at the track highly therapeutic. If I could bottle the magic I have found in watching these magnificent animals, I would.