Big Brown: Feeling his oats

To pass the time yesterday at rainy Churchill Downs, I looked over the past performances of my Preakness “challengers.” Their connections must be kidding. Just declare the race a walkover for me and let these jokers give pony rides.

Stevil and Tres Borrachos are eligible for a non-winners-of-1 allowance, so they throw them in against me? Get out of my way, little fellows. The only one who looks like a comer is the gray horse, Harlem Rocker, who’s 3-for-3 and won the Withers for Todd Pletcher. I saw him run at Gulfstream, and he’s got enough speed to warm me up for a mile or so. After that, unless somebody slips some undercooked crabcakes into my feed bucket the day before the race, I’ll be long gone.

This writer is starting to ask dumb questions, such as what are my favorite sports teams. All right, in baseball, the Phillies, of course, and in football, the Colts and the Browns.

(Tomorrow: Big Brown contemplates his financial future.)