When somebody complained how Jonathan Sheppard would never explain his training program to them, this was my response:
Well, some of us understood his training program which was essentially reverse-engineered in congruency with the horse’s running date, its condition, the competition it would be up against, along with the expectations of its upcoming performance while always keeping the race AFTER that performance in mind.
“… was there any other stable gate at Belmont Park? Like a stanky snatch in the early 1970’s, that entrance was hairy with the trampling traffic of people of all smells, colors, diseases, sneezes, farts and coughs. Out, queeffed the same bunch, in exacting fashion, …”
His house was so close to Belmont Park, at 3:00 in the morning, the noise of the tractors maintaining the training track would wake us up; and we’d look out the window to see them on the track! Being New York, that stone’s-throw distance was a short, 7 minute nightmare of a drive to the crotch of that racetrack- which was the main stable gate. … was there any other stable gate at Belmont Park? Like a stanky snatch in the early 1970’s, that entrance was hairy with the trampling traffic of people of all smells, colors, diseases, sneezes, farts and coughs. Out, queeffed the same bunch, in exacting fashion, regarding all natural senses. Indeed, the throw of a stone separated a patch of paradise from one of the stankiest snatches which the streets of New York had to offer! ‘Twas a good life, though! Young, vibrant,… all those things!
