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Now look here, y’all. You’d think in the Year of Our Lord 2025, we could at least figure out how long it takes a horse to run around in a damn circle. I mean hell, I can track my DoorDash feller down to the square inch, but apparently the racing industry still uses technology from the same era as moonshine and mule carts.

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Now listen…We live in a sport where numbers are king, right? Beyer figures, sheets, Delta Figures , Brisnet figs, Pace projections—all them stats the TV guys throw at you like we’re watchin' Moneyball for horses.

So if that’s the case…Shouldn’t the damn clock work right?!

I mean, c’mon y’all—you can’t be out here actin’ like some mathematical wizard, breakin’ down a race like it’s a CIA operation, and then base the whole thing on a number that came from Cousin Cooter's reaction time and a wristwatch from Walmart.

Like, look—I get it.In this modern world, you can shine a turd without actually doin’ anything. Just ask any TikTok star with a ring light and a flat tummy. They’re shinin’ like diamonds on a Florida beach. But out here in horse racin’? It don’t work like that.

You can’t just throw up a filter and pretend a race was fast.You gotta time it right or the whole thing turns into a damn guessing game.

So yes. YES. Final times matter—unless we’re just makin’ it all up as we go. Like, “Oh yeah, that was a 1:08 flat for six furlongs. Trust us, it felt fast.”No, buddy. That don’t cut it.

That’s like judgin’ a chili cook-off without actually tastin’ the chili:“Well it smells spicy and the fella who made it looks confident, so that’s a 9 outta 10.”Hell no. You gotta taste the damn chili.And in horse racin’? You gotta time the damn race.

You can't build a house on sand, and you sure as hell can't build accurate speed figures on top of a busted stopwatch.

So yes, no, maybe?No sir—it’s a hard YES.Get the clock right, or quit pretendin’ like the rest of it means anything.

So, let's go down to the barn and take a peek at why racing can't time races worth a damn.

🏇 1. Manual Timing Like It’s a Science Fair Project

Some of these tracks are out here usin’ a tripwire and a stopwatch, swear to God. You got some fella in a polo shirt slappin' a button when he sees hooves move—like he’s judging a 5th grade potato sack race.

Meanwhile, other sports got GPS chips in socks and helmets. But in horse racin’? Nah. We’re doin’ it like Grandpa used to, drunk at the county fair.

📸 2. Every Track’s Playin’ Calvinball

There ain’t no standard. Some start the clock when the gate opens, others wait till the horse feels like runnin’. That’s called the "run-up", which sounds more like somethin’ uncle Joe does when the cops show up.

Every track does it different. So good luck comparin' race times—it's like tryin’ to figure out which Andy Gump is the cleanest. Technically possible, but why stress yourself out? and subject yousself to such standards.

🐎 3. The “Run-Up” is a Damn Scam

Oh Lord, this one gets me. The run-up means the horse is already gallopin’ down the track before the timer even starts. That’s like startin’ a stopwatch after you hit the gas in a drag race. Of course the times look fast—it’s rigged!

It’s like: “Wow, this horse just broke a record!”Buddy, that horse ran a quarter mile before y’all even remembered to hit the damn button.

⏱️ 4. Guess Work on the Fractions

You’d think they got this all measured down to a science, but naw. Those quarter-mile and half-mile splits? Sometimes they’re just eyeballin’ it from the tape. Like Uncle Ricky at a fishin’ tournament: “Yeah, that’s a 12-pounder easy.”

Look, if you need a slow-mo video and a prayer to figure out what just happened, maybe it’s time to upgrade the system and stop throwing darts.

📉 5. Small Tracks Still Usin’ Windows 95

Big name tracks like Churchill Downs got all the cool gadgets—GPS trackers, laser beams, sensors ‘n whatnot. But if you’re bettin’ on the 3rd at Bubba’s Dirt Oval, you better hope somebody remembered to charge the stopwatch.

Some of these tracks look like they’re run outta a trailer next to a gas station with a basketball court under the Video board. And you expect them to time a race down to the hundredth? Hell, they can’t even time when the concession stand opens.

📰 6. Fast Times, Big Lies

Sometimes a horse finishes so fast, folks are like: “No way that’s legit.” And sure enough, someone goes back and checks the footage and—surprise, surprise—the clock was on mushrooms or somethin’. Off by like, a full second. In horse racing, that’s like saying “oops, we measured a mile wrong by a football field.”

✅ Can We Fix It? Yeah. Will We? Maybe Eventually.

There are solutions—GPS, RFID chips, all that jazz. Marathon runners got 'em. Hell, my dog’s got a chip in his neck, and he don’t even race unless it’s to the dinner bowl.

But horse racing? That ol' boy’s stuck in his ways. It’s like tryin’ to get your granddad to give up cable for Netflix: “I don’t trust no satellite wizardry!”

🎤 Mic Drop:

Horse racing can’t time races worth a damn ‘cause it’s run like a church bake sale—no standards, old tech, and half the tracks are just guessin’. You’d get a more accurate time askin’ your meemaw to count Mississippis.

So yous sittin’ there wonderin’ to yousself, “Why the hell does RacingwithBruno care if the race time’s right? Or if the morning line’s on point?” Like he’s just shoutin’ at clouds or somethin’, he's not one to base his gizzards on such frivolities.

Well, I’ll tell ya why, hoss—They ain't done right to BEGIN with!

That man ain’t sittin’ down with a pen and paper for his health. He ain’t whittlin’ speed figs outta wood like some kind of Kentucky Gepetto just for fun.He’s doin’ it ‘cause he knows damn well the folks runnin’ this thing couldn’t time a Pop-Tart in a toaster, much less a horse race and most important many players depend on them accurate clockings.

We all know the score, alright? Race times? Wrong. Morning lines? Pulled out of a hat. Workouts? Timed by somebody’s cousin with a flip phone and a grudge.

But you know what they can do with pinpoint precision? Take your money.

Oh buddy, they’ll snatch your dollars faster than a raccoon on a MoonPie. Ain’t no timing error when it comes to emptyin’ your wallet. That part? Flawless execution.

You can’t trust the fractions, can’t trust the fig, can’t even trust the damn program sometimes. But try to buy a ticket a half-second too late and see what happens to most of us outside the CAW circle, that is,“Sorry sir, pool’s closed.”Oh, now y’all found the stopwatch, huh?

So yeah—RacingWithBruno is out there doin’ long division on a napkin not ‘cause he wants to, but because somebody’s gotta care enough to say:“Hey, maybe this whole system’s jacked up.”

But try tellin’ that to the suits—they just pat you on the head, say “Thank you for your feedback, but nobody cares about [fill in the blank] then spin the morning line like it’s the damn Wheel of Fortune.

You know what else is about timing. We posted on Tuesday some opportunities and received some peculiar notes, most positive and one negative:

One feller wanted me to stop sending those, I reckon he didn't differentiate between hisself and everybody else, so be it, I removed him, escorted out of the building by Racingwithbruno bouncers (My fancy dancy way of saying he was removed from the mailing list per his request). I did want to add this part as the investment strategy:

From Bloodhorse and the NTRA FAQ for Horse Owners :

There are many tax benefits for horse owners and investors. You think them rich boys spending millions at the auctions are doing it because they love spending monies, no, its a racket, its a way to offset them tax predicaments. We can't all be Marty Byrd, in the Ozarks washing money in the lakes. No sirree, that only happens on Netflix, but we can help ouselves by knowing the rules.