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We have done gone full circle and returned to high school, in that musty smelling gymnasium. We’re not analyzing. We’re not thinking. We’re cheerleading. Pom-poms aloft, smiles painted on, shouting in unison because that’s what the crowd is doing. Social media, television, podcasts, pregame shows, handicapping panels—every last one of them has traded insight for enthusiasm. One bit, two bit, three bits a dollar, everybody stand up and holler. It’s not discourse anymore. It’s

It’s only January 6th and I’m already slap wore out, like I have been beaten with a flag pole. The noise—Eclipse Awards, NFL MVP talk—just hollerin’ at me from every direction like it’s the most important thing mankind’s ever done. I ain’t never seen such hysteria over stuff that only truly means something to the connections themselves. Now don’t get me wrong— for owners , it’s a big deal. I get that. They want the trophy. They want the plaque. They want somethin’ shiny to pu

Now listen, there are a whole lotta handicappers out there who are sharp as a tack… and manage their money like a raccoon on Red Bull. Brilliant opinions, horrific decisions. That’s how you end up broke and confused. A checklist ain’t there to tell you who to bet.It ’s there to keep you from drivin’ straight off the damn cliff . This is my checklist — built around my bad habits. You gotta build yours. But this’ll give you the blueprint. ✅ Checklist Item #1: Evaluate the Tr

Hope all of you enjoyed the turning of the calendar and stepped into 2026 with your curiosity intact. I recently took a moment—rare for me—and watched A Complete Unknown . Timothy Chalamet portrays a young Bob Dylan wandering into early-1960s New York, armed with nothing but a guitar, a voice, and the audacity to become someone people didn’t quite know what to do with. His rise was meteoric, yes—but not joyful. Not easy. Because success, you see, is rarely about achievement.

Have y’all noticed how much just flat-out useless information gets shoveled into people’s faces these days? Racing, football, whatever—doesn’t matter. It’s all the same slop, just poured into different bowls and sold like it’s premium cuisine. Take power rankings. Please. Horse racing’s got ’em, the NFL’s got ’em, everybody’s got ’em. And every single one of ’em means exactly nothin’ . Every Tuesday in the NFL, here come the power rankings—like Moses comin’ down the mountain

I call myself a lone wolf, and yeah, I know that sounds dramatic, like I’m about to howl at the moon or start a podcast nobody asked for. But truth is, with my boys Joe and Rudy, we ain’t a lone wolf at all—we’re a pack. That said, when it comes to handicapping, I still hunt like I’m on my own. Head down, eyes open, trusting what I see instead of what everybody else is hollerin’. Now first off, hope everybody had themselves a good holiday. I’m talkin’ food that put you in a c

Ah… the holidays. That curious time of year when we pretend the world slows down, even as it sharpens its knives and pours another drink. From the Racingwithbruno family to you—Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas. Yes, this is the season for family and friends. And make no mistake: you are part of our family year-round. December simply gives us permission to say it out loud. Now… I did something a bit reckless. I wrote to Santa.Yes— that Santa. North Pole. No forwarding addr

Is ’tis the season to be merry? Then answer your dang phone, daggum it. I swear, people treat their phones like newborn babies—cradlin’ ’em, starin’ at ’em, tappin’ ’em 24/7—postin’ hot takes like they just came down from Mount Sinai. But you actually call ’em? Straight to voicemail. Immediately. Like the phone just sighed and said, “Nah.” And that, my friends, is handicappin’ for some. Because people are a lot like racehorse opinions—especially around the holidays. I love p

Last chance for big savings. My friend, opportunities like this… they don’t linger. They slip through your fingers like contraband diamonds if you’re not paying attention. So before the new year arrives—and before the smart money wakes up—you’d be wise to stock up for 2026 with your remaining credits. Because come December 12th , Oaklawn roars back to life. And for the second consecutive year , we’ll be there with a full, unmatched workout report . Oaklawn is a fortress of s

What are y’all doin’? December’s flyin’ by faster than a damn three legged snowplow , and meanwhile we’ve got some killer deals on credits sittin’ here gettin’ cold. Get you some for the rest of December and rollin’ right on into 2026—they don’t expire, they don’t spoil, and they’ll be good whenever you wanna use ’em. We even got some all-inclusive specials for y’all fancy types. And look—if you’ve been keepin’ up the last few articles, you know we’ve been in full Beat-The-

Ah, yes… the art of race-watching. Sit down. Pour a drink. Because what you’re attempting to learn isn’t a method, my friend—it’s a sensibility , a way of seeing the world that most people never acquire. Most handicappers approach replays like over-caffeinated TSA agents—rifling through every frame, searching for “trouble,” obsessing over who broke slow, who went wide, who was checked, bumped, boxed, or bullied. They watch replays the way the world watches security footage:

You want to be a better handicapper? First of all, get rid of the Bullet Works, Bias, Beyer Figures and CaWs rants off your plate. Start there. Beyers, Bias and Bullet Works are the three B's that are frowned up. They will not make your a better handicapper. Period. But, you want to beat the CAWs right ? Then stop complaining about them like they stole your lunch money back in fifth grade. They didn’t. They stole your edge because you were too busy whining to notice the obvio

Sit. Breathe. I’ll tell you precisely what’s happening… and what we have in motion for the winter. First, the videos. Fascinating things, really — simple images, fleeting moments of muscle and movement — and yet the public devours them. In 2025, we’re poised to approach 200,000 views. Nearly double the 105,000 from 2024. A remarkable leap, but entirely predictable. People crave access. They crave insight. They crave the illusion that they’re seeing something they shouldn’t.

h, the Claiming Crown at Churchill Downs… a day I hold in particular esteem. You see, it’s not a celebration of gilded pedigrees or the aristocracy of the turf, no. It’s a tribute to the grinders—those noble creatures who’ve earned every inch of their reputation the hard way. Horses who didn’t arrive in a parade of seven-figure bids, escorted by men convinced that excess zeroes on a check somehow guarantee them glory. No, the Claiming Crown is not about morning glories on th

These keyboard cowboys out here —they don’t care one lick about the horses or the riders,but boy, they sure got a lot to say about a vet scratch. Yeah, every time a horse gets scratched,they act like it’s some grand conspiracy. Like the Illuminati’s runnin’ the paddock ,and ol’ Doc’s out there scratchin’ horses for sport. (leans forward, mocking voice)“Oh, the vets are ruinin’ the sport!” Buddy… they’re tryin’ to keep the horse alive, not ruin your Saturday Pick 4. (shakes