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Karma Always Collects! Sooner or later, karma knows your address. It knows where you live. In horse racing, I've come to believe karma is just as real as speed figures, trip notes, and the tote board. You might fool people for a while. You might catch a lucky break. You might even think you've beaten the system. You haven't. Time never forgets. Neither does karma I've lived by that principle throughout my career in handicapping. Do the work. Respect the game. Stay honest with

In every other sport, that's where the conversation starts. Baseball? You know what a hitter has done in his last 60 at-bats. Football? You know how many touchdowns a running back has scored over the last four games. Basketball? You know an NBA player's free-throw percentage over the past month. Horse racing? We're still talking about five-year trainer stats. Five years. Think about how much changes in this game from one week to the next, yet we're expected to handicap today

"Bruno...What's the Best Package?" That's the question we get more than any other. The answer? Depends. Are you dating horse racing......or are you married to it? If you're the weekend warrior, the Saratoga summer player, the Del Mar vacation handicapper, or you simply play when the mood strikes... Credits are your play. They are good for any track and don't expire. Now everybody asks... "What exactly is a credit?" It's not cryptocurrency. It's not airline miles. It's one han

Today's handicapper has a very limited range of expertise. Listen to the talking heads talk horses. It's Beyers. It's stats. It's pace numbers. It's trainer percentages. Sprinkle in the occasional trip note and that's the entire menu. Don't take my word for it—watch a handicapping show on TV or sit through a podcast. It's the same recycled jargon every single time. Coincidentally, the soundtrack should be Same As It Ever Was (Once in a Lifetime) by Talking Heads. Figures have

Saratoga. The longest, most demanding, and most rewarding meet in America begins July 3 and runs through September 7. For horseplayers, this is the championship season. Every serious player in the country will have their eyes fixed on the Spa. Coming off an emotional weekend at Aqueduct, the energy is palpable. We've seen a surge of interest in our Saratoga packages—from all-inclusive memberships to savings plans and credits. That tells me one thing: players understand this i

We seem to be having a lot of goodbye parties, funerals and pity parties in racing lately. I'm just not sure where to send the flowers. FanDuel/TVG shuts down its television department, yet still wants you to bet with them. Aqueduct is closing its doors, soon to be leveled. And, as usual, the horseplayer is who barely gets a mention. I've met all kinds of handicappers over the years. From the guy in Las Vegas who looked me straight in the eye and said, "You're good, but I'm b

The last time we saw Sovereignty, he got nutmegged and he wasn't alone. In World Cup speak, that's when someone slips the ball right through your legs and leaves you standing there wondering what just happened. But more on that in a minute. Let's start with what's hot—and that's tomorrow's Churchill Downs card. Red hot. One of the best race cards I've seen in a long time. We've got a full workout report loaded with videos, so you can judge for yourself. The day crescendos int

For the better part of my career in racing, I have owned and bred horses. Yet you don't see me in a constant furor for attention, retweets, likes, and digital validation by aggressively telling everyone when one of my babies works three furlongs or, in some cases, when they have a bowel movement. That is today's world. People can't wait to post, tweet, livestream, and broadcast every detail of their lives as if the public is anxiously awaiting an update on what Joe Six Pack d

I find it absolutely hilarious when someone says, "You liked that horse, it got hammered, how much did you bet?" Really? As if I am the only human being on planet Earth with a wagering account. As if the entire parimutuel market revolves around my humble opinion and a few dollars pushed through a betting terminal. Do y'all really have time for that? The horse takes money, the odds drop, and suddenly I become the prime suspect in a global conspiracy to destroy value. Then com

THE BELMONT STAKES PRODUCT AIN'T BUILT BY ACCIDENT I'm proud of our Belmont Stakes product, and these days that's saying something. You know why? Because in an industry where half the folks are looking for an angle and the other half are looking over your shoulder, we went out of our way to make sure what we produce stays ours. Now, I know some people don't want to hear that. They think everybody's just one big happy racing family. That's adorable. This business has more copy

HOW IN THE HELL DID I END UP AT THE BELMONT STAKES? How did a Southern boy who went to school down in Jacksonville, Florida, learned a few redneck habits along the way, then wandered up to North Carolina chasing an athlete's dream, end up standing around talking about the Belmont Stakes in 2026? Same way most folks end up anywhere important. A woman. Or, more specifically, a woman whose mother loved horse racing. One trip to Del Mar was all it took. I caught the bug. Not the

There's worse Kool-Aid a person can drink than pedigree worship, but not by much, there is a religion worshipped at the track and its pedigree. Some pedigree analysts can't see a modestly bred horse if it's standing right in front of them wearing a sign that says, "I'm a runner." They just can't. Their ranks range from sycophants to full-fledged cheerleaders, pom-poms and all, rooting for the bluebloods before they've ever set foot on a racetrack. Back in 2007, we bought a co