I have been working as a turf writer for a few years now, but long before my days at the keyboard, I was a horse-crazy kid growing up in a land of ardent college football fans. The few times I went to the racetrack were hours spent taking all of it in, absorbing every detail – the sights, the sounds, even the smells – for later, when it was all done, memories to sustain me until the next time.
The shimmering gold lettering reads, “Jockey’s Quarters” at Keeneland Race Course. It’s like a gate where riders break to catch their mounts, and willingly sign autographs upon their return. The location is an inner sanctum, and not a place that’s seen much by the outside world. Coming out into the fray, the Breeders’ Cup weekend is nothing short of a hive of activity as the Keeneland green jacket corps secure the perimeter.