Sunday Horse racing at Santa Anita
Opposite steep mountains dotted like a panther skin tower with Mt. Wilson and Monrovia Peak above the landmark racetrack. Horse manes and tails play in the evening breeze. Today, betting racegoers anticipate ten anxious fillies with their booked jockeys. The three-year-old thoroughbred horses parade on top of the hill of six furlong firm track.
Racegoers compare updated odds with today's guide of the eminent stake.
Loud-speakers transmit the commentator of the eighth race:
"They are all set, now let them go! All set in line, Vegas Reap runs head, jockey Freefield with yellow chevrons shows there!" The announcer thunders early standing.
The horses run down a hillside turf course in a tight group. Vegas Reap establishes the pace, till bony Dashing Peace gains the speed, running two lengths ahead, under jockey's vehement whip.
When the horses cross the dirt track, Dashing Peace and Vegas Reap pinch, overrun by unhurry now front Sweet Meadow and by Canary Relaxation, saving ground along the inner rail.
"Ooowwwhhh,"Observing public roars like dynamite: Drakerhea stumbles, leaving jockey Hasmermont dumped on turf in the stretch.
Sarea struggles through the tangle. The excited crowd stands up, chanting on their favorites. Distinguished jockey are bestriding close.
Sarea devoid of early speed is accelerating in the final furlong, neck and neck with Sweet Meadow. Canary Relaxation brushes with boxed Top Quaine, follows Clear Magic outside, Mynicelite and Sheerland behind.
"Run! Run! Run!" A deafening roar accompanies the best ridden Sarea, outperforming top bred Sweet Meadow second and Clear Magic third, angling out running right behind.
The owner of Sarea enjoys the ovation. And the thoroughbred horse deserves the celebration!
I beat the track and had the pleasure with the win and two shows today.