It’s often said that learning the art of handicapping demands a high tuition, and while I’m certain that I’m still reconciling losses made during my elementary school years, I consider my early days in the pastime to be fortuitous at the very least. My scores on some of racing’s biggest events over the years have yielded countless memories and made for a supremely enjoyable pastime.
In 2016, I was confident in Exaggerator’s chances in the slop against Nyquist and was rewarded accordingly. In 2019, my confidence in Sir Winston and Tacitus in the Belmont led to a tidy profit that kept me afloat for the rest of that year. Most Breeders’ Cups are successful ventures in some sense, as well as the Travers and Pegasus World Cup. In fact, there’s only one annual race remaining that continues to elude me.