That Time!
- Bruno@Racingwithbruno
- 19 hours ago
- 4 min read
Ah… my friend. Gather close.
You see, this isn’t just “that time of year.” No. This is when the air itself sharpens. When fortunes are whispered about in private rooms and lost in public daylight.
The Triple Crown of Thoroughbred Racing is approaching.
And with it… opportunity.
First, the Derby preps, the Rebel, the Fountain of Youth, the Santa Anita and Florida Derby, last but no least the Arkansas Derby and Blue Grass Stakes, and there’s the pageantry of the Kentucky Derby—mint juleps, extravagant hats, and twenty impeccably bred athletes thundering into history at Churchill Downs. Chaos disguised as tradition. Delicious.
Then comes the elegant brutality of the Preakness Stakes at Pimlico Race Course—where pretenders are politely escorted to irrelevance.
And finally… the merciless stretch of the Belmont Stakes at Saratoga. A mile and a half down to 9 furlongs for the last year. No shortcuts. No excuses before the new Belmont opens up
But here’s the thing most amateurs misunderstand:
The Triple Crown isn’t won in May or June.
It’s won now.
Every prep race. Every undercard. Every muddy allowance on a forgettable Saturday at Gulfstream Park or Santa Anita Park. This is where you take notes. Where you watch how a colt changes leads under pressure. How a jockey saves ground. How a trainer spots a distance horse masquerading as a sprinter.
This is reconnaissance.
Because by the time the public falls in love with a favorite… you’ll already know his weakness. His pedigree quirks. His habit of drifting wide when the real running begins.
Every weekend from now until the first Saturday in May is an invitation.
Play smart. Or simply watch. Observe the patterns. Study the barns. Follow the money. Racing is a language, and the informed are fluent long before the crowds arrive.
The best racing of 2026 is not around the corner.
It’s unfolding right now.
And if you’re paying attention… you won’t just witness history.
You’ll anticipate it.
Ah… now we’re talking about something far more interesting than horses.
Opportunity. Access. And timing.
Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to make this exquisitely simple.
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And what does “All-Inclusive” truly mean?
It means complete access.
Every Zoom session.Every major event. Preferred entry. Member-only advantages.And generous discounts that, frankly, make the decision rather obvious.
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100 credit $100 off listed price
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Credits, however, do not translate into zoom access.
But understand this — the pricing is available via invoice only. That means you inquire. We respond. Discreetly. Professionally. Efficiently.
Because exclusivity isn’t advertised, these specials not available via the website.
It’s extended via invoice only.
So the question isn’t whether you’ll participate.
It’s whether you’ll do so at a preferred rate… or watch others accept the invitation and savings.
Shall we proceed?
We got a shout out from our trainer David Fawkes, today on Steve Byk:
Starting around 20 minute mark
Most people see late winter giving way to spring. I see possibility stretching its legs in the morning mist.
There’s something intoxicating about three-year-olds in March. Raw talent, half-finished polish, and just enough immaturity to reveal the truth. You learn far more from a young colt’s hesitation than from his victory gallop.
This… is when I pay attention.
Not in May, when the world suddenly discovers the Kentucky Derby and pretends they’ve been watching all along. No. March is when instincts are sharpened. When you watch how a horse switches leads under pressure, how he handles traffic, how he breathes after being asked a serious question.
The Triple Crown of Thoroughbred Racing isn’t won beneath the roses or in front of television cameras. It’s understood now—on quiet afternoons, in prep races most people couldn’t name, when potential flickers but hasn’t yet caught fire.
I spend more time watching. Less time talking. Observing stride patterns. Studying pedigrees. Noting which trainers are patient… and which are ambitious to a fault.
Because by the time the casual fan is swept up in spectacle, I prefer to already know who belongs, who’s peaking too soon, and who is simply waiting for the distance to tell the truth.
March is my laboratory.
And when the gates finally open in May… I don’t react.
I anticipate.
