"We Got the Damn Goods"
- Bruno@Racingwithbruno
- Sep 29, 2025
- 8 min read
Updated: Oct 1, 2025
Alright, listen up folks, ‘cause I ain’t gonna sugarcoat it: We got the goods.
I’m talkin’ about the only comprehensive Workout Report for Keeneland, and I mean comprehensive like your Aunt Linda’s casserole recipe—deep, rich, loaded with all the good stuff, and only the family knows the secret.
Keeneland is my favorite track to play, hands down. It’s classy, it’s competitive, it’s got real damn horses runnin’ real damn races—not that synthetic no-man’s-land some places call racin’. And guess what? We’ve got the receipts to back it up. Our success there ain’t a fluke—it’s a freakin’ pattern.
And here’s the kicker—we’re givin’ y’all a shot to get in on it with a discount, but only for one more day. Yep. This is our September tradition, like tailgates and bad fantasy football decisions. Every year, we roll out special pricing before Keeneland’s fall meet, and buddy, this is your last call.
Every year—like clockwork, though far more elegant—we extend a modest but meaningful gesture. A tradition, if you will. We call it our “September to Remember.” even on October 1st to celebrate Racingwithbrunos Birthday. A curated opportunity, a nifty little discount promotion, cloaked in familiarity for those who know… and delicious discovery for those who don't.
You know how it works. We’ve all been there.You don’t got the info—hell, you’re goin’ in blind, just vibes and vibes alone—and next thing you know, you’re standin’ there with your sad little ticket in your hand while the rest of us are high-fivin’, hootin’, and cashin’ like it's a damn Derby Day miracle on your birthday or sportin' your brand new Jaxson Dart jersey.
And then you hear it:"Oh yeah, we were all over that horse!"Yep. That’s right. The one you faded.The one you ignored ‘cause Uncle Gio leaned back in his lawn chair, squinted through his gas station sunglasses, and gave it that old southern death sentence:“NG. No good.”
And like a fool, you fell for it.Again.
Now, lemme ask you somethin’—when’s the last time Uncle Gio was right about anything that didn’t involve grilling meat or losing money?
That boy’s been wrong more times than a broken weatherman with a head cold, and yet somehow, he’s still got a fan club. You listen to him like he’s the Horse Whisperer when really he’s just whisperin’ nonsense, backed up by zero facts and a pile of old barstool legends.
And that, my friends, is how a whole lotta horseplayers operate. Not with insight, not with tape, not with facts or form—with fables. With myths. With “Well, I heard from a guy who knows a guy who once walked a Shetland pony at Ellis Park…”
Come on, y’all.
We started on the right foot with a nice score to end September at Horseshoe Indy:
that kind of info is awaiting you at Keeneland.
This ain’t a bedtime story. It’s a racetrack. And if you want to win—actually win—you need more than Uncle Gio’s vibes and some racetrack fairy dust. You need real info. You need works. You need video. You need horses whose hooves do the talkin’, not Gio’s hangover predictions from a plastic chair.
So next time, before you let ol' Gio steer you into another ditch, maybe… just maybe… check the damn report. You'll thank yourself when you're walkin’ away with cash in your pocket and he’s tryin’ to Venmo his way into a hot dog.
The offer? It's all there—clearly outlined, openly available. No riddles, no fine print. Just real value, at a time when value is harder and harder to come by.
But what truly makes it shine—what elevates this moment from a mere sale to something more—is Keeneland.
You see, Keeneland isn’t just a racetrack. It’s an arena of possibilities. And during this meet, with the right insight and the right preparation, one doesn’t merely play the races—one positions oneself for a score.
And so, this September/October…As the leaves begin to turn and the morning works echo through the cool Kentucky air…We invite you to join us—not simply as a customer, but as a partner in pursuit.
We’ve been 'bustin some angry runs workin’ on the first weekend’s report, and let me tell ya—these works? They’re lookin’ sharp. We’re talkin’ Keeneland, Turfway, Churchill, Fair Hill, Santa Anita—all covered. But we don’t stop there. We embed the damn videos right into the report. That’s right. You ain’t gotta go clickin’ around the internet like you’re on a scavenger hunt. Just click, watch, and see for yourself.
And here’s a little advice from someone who’s watched more works than a racetrack vet with insomnia: Don’t get hypnotized by times. Time is just a number—hell, so is your weight, but it don’t tell the full story, does it?
Watch how they move. Is that horse floatin’ over the track like it’s got somethin’ to prove? Or is it fightin’ every step like it’s draggin’ a refrigerator behind it? Good horses don’t run fast—they run easy. You see that smooth, professional glide? That’s money. You see head-bobbin’, tail-swattin’, and floppin’ around like your drunk uncle on a mechanical bull? That’s a hard pass.
So yeah—we got the goods.And you got one day to get 'em on the cheap.
Don’t be the guy at the track cryin’ into his program sayin’, “Damn, I shoulda bought that report.”
Do it now. Win later. Thank me when you cash.
Over the past four meets—62 racing days, to be exact—Keeneland has been extraordinarily kind to us. Permit me to share something with you, something that goes beyond luck and leans ever-so-closely into the realm of pattern, preparation… and execution.
We are Keeneland bonafide.
On 29 of those 62 days, we produced three or more winners on the card. That’s 47%—nearly half the time, we walked away with a trifecta of triumphs.Our top-choice hit rate? 25%, across 585 races, before the inevitable chaos of scratches, surface changes, and the whims of the weather gods.Add to that: 36 Pick 4s, 25 Pick 5s. You see where I’m going with this…
We all search—desperately, quietly, sometimes frantically—for a place where we can play with confidence. For me, and for those wise enough to follow the signals, Keeneland is that place.
Why?
Because it offers everything.Top-tier jockeys. Elite trainers. A racing surface that rewards intellect, not just speed. And access—yes, access—to the tools that matter.
The video works, managed with precision by Amy Kearns—who, I must add, has been working tirelessly for the past three years.The Workout Report, a detailed dossier of horses from California to Kentucky and beyond. Together, these are not merely resources. They are weapons. And Keeneland… Keeneland is a battlefield where preparation decides the outcome.
This Friday, the card begins with a whisper that quickly crescendos into something much louder: the Jessamine Stakes, contested on the turf by a full field of precocious two-year-old fillies. A "Win and You're In" for the Breeders’ Cup. For most, it's a dream. For a few, it's a mere stepping stone.
Two Godolphin runners enter the fray. One in the capable hands of Michael Stidham, the other with Brad Cox, a man who hardly needs an introduction in this arena. But before one gets lost in the blue silks and breeding charts, I’d advise you to glance toward a pair of less obvious entries—subtler, but no less dangerous.
Loveliest, from Eddie Kenneally’s barn.
And Imaginationthelady, under Brendan Walsh.
I haven’t fully dissected the works yet, but there’s something… intriguing in the air around these two. You can sense it, if you’ve been around long enough. And I have.
Later on, we turn to the Alcibiades, a six-horse field—small, yes, but don’t mistake size for lack of substance. Like most worthwhile things in life, quality trumps quantity.Among the half-dozen contenders, one stands out to me:Percy’s Bar.There’s a confidence to her presence. Not arrogance. Not bluster. Just quiet certainty. And in this game, quiet confidence is often the loudest truth.
Then there are the trainers…The true artisans of Keeneland: Ben Colebrook, Wesley Ward, Rusty Arnold—names that don’t simply appear at Keeneland, they point for it. They aim, prepare, target. Their entire fall is built around this meet. It’s not a stop on the tour—it’s the destination. then, there's the Saturday card. Booya!
You see, I often speak about home, not as a place, but as an understanding. A deep-rooted comfort between horse, trainer, and the dirt—or turf—beneath their feet. Keeneland is one of those rare sanctuaries where the concept of “home track advantage” is not folklore—it’s fact.
Horses train here, they live here, and more often than not, they win here. They run to their works, not away from them.
Contrast that with, say, Del Mar—ah, yes, the siren song of the Southern California seaside track. Beautiful on the surface. Seductive, even. But deceptive. How many mornings have I watched horses float over that track, only to lay an egg in the afternoon?
Golden geese by breakfast, scrambled yolks by post time.It’s exhausting.You end up so punch-drunk from disappointment that you miss the obvious, like a detective so deep in conspiracy that he overlooks the bloody knife in plain sight.
But Keeneland?Keeneland rewards the diligent. The observant. The connected. It's a place where preparation pays, and where the trainers that know it best—those who call it home—are the ones holding the real weapons.
Some of my most cherished Keeneland angles? Turf trips—specifically inside trips on the main and of course the lawn. Horses drawn to the inside, covered up, tucked in. That’s the key. Post position studies confirm it, time and again. Keeneland favors those who understand geometry. Inside out, not outside in.
We’ve had our scores over the years. Quiet victories. Big ones. Profitable ones. I recently posted my own Keeneland stats—purely my own plays. The result? A flat-bet profit. A phrase not often uttered in this game, and even less often with truth behind it.
Because with Keeneland on the horizon…And our September to Remember underway…Now is the moment.And you, my friend, are precisely the kind of person who knows how to seize it.
So when I say Keeneland is a bright spot in horse racing—it’s not nostalgia speaking. It’s data. It’s experience. It’s knowing that, when the gates open at Keeneland, we’re not just watching a race. We’re watching an opportunity… and I, for one, intend to take it.
Let's F***ing Go!
