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Ah… the Saturday Breeders’ Cup card is available online. The most intoxicating spectacle in the sport — equal parts theater, arithmetic, and madness. You can almost feel the pulse of it, can’t you? That quiet hum before the storm, when the air is thick with promise and anticipation in equal measure. The card is available now, and we are — as they say — set for the weekend. But let’s not pretend this game is simple. The gods of racing are cruel, capricious little tyrants. The

Lord have mercy , y’all… why do I even bother? (In that BDJ sarcastic tone) I sit down, I write these blogs — like an adult, like somebody who cares — and I lay it all out plain as day. Schedules. Times. Schedule Post for Picks. Links. Everything short of interpretive dance and you really don't want to see me dance. And… I get the same question: “Hey BDJ, you doin’ a Zoom this year?” Yes. Yes, I am. I said it six times at least, wrote it five times, , in bold letters, with p

Ah, Del Mar. There’s a certain poetry to it — the kind you only find when the stakes are high and the champagne is lukewarm. You stand there, watching those thoroughbreds glide across the dirt, and you realize this isn’t just a set of races. It’s a theater of obsession. The players come dressed as gamblers, trainers, touts, and hangers-on, but underneath the hats and the tailored blazers, they’re all the same: seekers. They’re seeking redemption, mostly. Some for money they s

Today was full of intrigue, suspicion, and the sort of genteel cynicism Racingwithbruno would wrap around a fine morning cup of espresso. You know, when I saw the morning line for what they’re calling the race of the century — the Breeders’ Cup Classic, this Saturday at Del Mar — I nearly choked. Sovereignty at six-to-five. Well, now, not six-to-five to win , mind you… six-to-five just to NOT make the race, according to his trainer. This morning, Bill Mott held a press con

Alright look, I hear handicappers’ inner thoughts all the time—mostly ‘cause they won’t shut up about ‘em. Every racetrack got at least a dozen fellas who talk loud enough that even the horses are like, “Damn, man, calm down.” And one thing they love to carry on about? Workouts and at Breeders Cup everybody and their long lost Uncle Jim love to tell you about works. They all know. Ah... the Breeders' Cup. That sublime collision of speed, stamina, and sheer speculation—the fi

Ah, yes… the Breeders' Cup. Two weeks out and already the usual suspects are circling, murmuring their predictable discontent over—of all things—the venue. Del Mar, of course. Picturesque. Immaculate. Temperate. But evidently, not to everyone's taste. You see, if I may be so bold, there’s something inherently tragic about the age we live in—where reaction travels faster than reflection, where a well-crafted sentence is devoured by the immediacy of a poorly constructed tweet.

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