- If someone took 9 hours of video of me over the last 8 months and wanted to dice me to pieces in a 9 minute, heavily edited synopsis, they certainly could. And I’m pretty sure that I could do it to anyone reading this;
- How in the world did a groom get access to fancy dinners and so much “inner circle” stuff? Just wondering…
- Scott Blasi has a foul mouth;
- How in the world did the Zayat’s NOT know about Nehro’s feet? Seriously. Do they NOT review the bills and see that the horse was costing them more than double on shoes than anyone else in the barn? This didn’t raise questions? Just who handles the day to day business operations over there and what is it are they doing? While appearing “admirable” it appears a bit disingenuous given how outspoken and active they are;
- Where is the Department of Labor? Hard to believe we haven’t gotten a whiff of an investigation on the whole fake names and SS numbers debacle. There’s a shoe to drop there and don’t kid yourself, it’s a big one;
- There is a camp that wants Asmussen to move his top trainees, Tapiture, a top Derby contender and Untapable, a top Oaks contender, to other trainers so that he won’t be a disruptive influence in the biggest 3-year old races of the year;
- There is a camp that feels that the best thing that can happen is that Asmussen not only stays in, but wins the races since all the “unwanted” attention will force the industry to clean itself up;
- Horses shouldn’t have pulses in their feet and if they did it would be a sign of trouble – something PETA conveniently leaves out and actually lets the inference be that it’s quite the opposite. Crap like that weakens your case;
- Injections occur and they are not always bad. Much as an elite human athlete may get cortisone shots to help treat a joint condition, many an equine athlete receives an injection to treat passing maladies as well. Because it comes in a needle does not make it bad. We never know what is being injected and why – and that’s how PETA likes the public to view it.
- Just because the messengers CLEARLY have an agenda and are, in my opinion, over the top loons, doesn’t mean that there aren’t things wrong in our industry that need to get cleaned up. Pronto.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
PETA or Not We Need Fixing
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
The Year Ahead Holds a Lot of Promise
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
It Was an Honor Just to Be Nominated
Monday, December 12, 2011
"Luck" Sneak Peek Disappoints
Monday, December 5, 2011
Just "Banning" Can't Be the End of the Line for Advocates
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Lower Base Wager = High Handle
While this may be a surprise to some, I think to folks that have been involved in the gaming business over the last ten years, this is no surprise at all. In my thirteen plus years on the supplier side of the casino industry I’ve seen this trend developing over time.
Twenty years ago the undisputed king of the slot machines was the quarter slot machine. You could bet up to five coins, but usually two or three, spin the reels and test your luck. In the 1990’s the multi-line nickel machines started to become more popular. You were able to play nickels before, but usually it was just the same quarter machine “denomed down” to a nickel. Casinos provided some of these games as a courtesy to their players, but at .25 a spin, there was not a lot of profit in them, but you needed to have something for the wives of the high rolling craps players to play (that was the theory anyway).
Aristocrat Technologies, an Australia based slot machine manufacturer, is generally credited with being the first company to take advantage of new electronics technology and started launching the higher line count nickel games using video reels instead of the traditional mechanical reels. Now there were nickel games that had nine lines and you could bet up to 10 coins per line. The maximum wager on a nickel game went from .25 to $4.50 and the average wager started moving north of the .50 and .75 maximum wager allowed by the classic .25 slot machine.
As time moved forward, other manufacturers followed this trend and over the past 5 – 8 years, the emergence of penny slot machines coincided with the advent of ticket-in, ticket-out technology to enable players to cash out thousands of coins worth of winnings onto a single ticket and move to another machine. This made penny games more playable and more profitable for the players and casinos, respectively. These penny games now have up to 100 lines and the ability to wager as many as 10 credits per line. Your “penny” game became a $10 game when played at maximum credits. Where these penny games, when first introduced, were only a small percentage of a casino floor, they now command over 50% of the floor space in most properties with some as many as 60%. And the average wager of these slot players, once at approximately .37 cents twenty five years ago, now hovers at closer to .78 cents. Lower base wager amount = higher handle.
Oh, and their takeout only averages about 9% - maybe that lesson is the next one that racing will learn…eventually.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Don't All Us Bloggers Have This in Us?
Below is the introduction piece. I can't say how much I'll post here or how frequently, but for better or worse, below is the framework that may lead to a book someday. The book that I think most bloggers feel is inside of them somewhere. This one is inside of me.
INTRODUCTION
I have heard people say that the backside of a racetrack smells like the livestock barn at the State Fair. I say that it does not - at least on the backsides that I've been around - because the stalls are kept pristine, the common areas raked and manicured and, in summer, the smell of blossoming flowers are everywhere. Of course I could just be immune to it because on the backside in the early morning is my favorite place to be. I don’t have to have a horse working that day. The hub of activity of an active racetrack in the dawn’s first light is like magic.
If you look one way, you see horses cooling down on circular walkers after coming back from the track from a sharpening three furlong breeze or a stamina building two mile long jog. A bit further beyond is the hub of activity inside a barn where riders mount and dismount, changing their tack from horse to horse to get them exercised according to the trainer’s specifications. Grooms muck the stalls while their chargers are absent making sure that when the star's work is done that there is fresh bedding to welcome the tired horse home. As the training morning draws to a close, tack is polished and hung up, ready for the same routine tomorrow.
A short walk away is the main track and perhaps also a training track at some of the larger venues. Here is where the horses really put in the time and the work to get ready for the afternoon (or evening). On the outside, horses jog to get muscles loose in the chill of the early morning air. Toward the rail, exercise riders chirp and horses break off for their scheduled and timed morning work, showing their owners and trainers what they have in terms of speed, temperament and stability.
A lot is gleaned from these early morning works. A rough rule of thumb is that a horse in shape and within himself can work up to 5 furlongs (a furlong being 1/8 of a mile) in twelve seconds a furlong. Once you move over 5 furlongs you can add a few fifths of a second, but you get the idea. Two horses can go four furlongs in an identical :48.3 seconds. One comes back a bit winded, the other all full of himself – like he barely scratched the surface of his talent. The time says nothing. HOW the horse did it tells everything.
Master interpreters of this information are the trainers. Men and women who have dedicated their lives to the horse, racing and the very difficult lifestyle that goes with it. If you’re a southern California based trainer you can rotate from Hollywood to Santa Anita and summer at Del Mar. If you’re based in New York you can toil at Aqueduct through the winter, bracket the summer at Belmont and escape the city at Saratoga in the heat of August. Even smaller circuits like Kentucky, Pennsylvania and Chicago offer the opportunity for trainers to go home at night. But across America there are scores of other trainers who live out of RVs two thirds of the year and travel routes like Shakopee, Minnesota to Oklahoma City to Oldsmar, Florida and back again or East Boston to Philadelphia to Miami and then back up the Coast. Along the way birthdays are missed, anniversaries are celebrated on the road and there is rarely such a thing as a day off.
Sometimes it’s hard for the casual fan to remember, but the horses are alive. They’re not machines. They have good days and bad days and routine aches and pains the same way that human athletes do. However, a horse can’t talk and tell us what’s wrong. They require care and feeding every day of the year. There are meals to be had, stalls to be mucked, vet care to be given and exercise to be done whether it’s Christmas, Thanksgiving or last Thursday. The trainer and his staff of assistants and grooms are there each and every day to make it happen. You don’t do something like this for the money. You do it because it’s your calling and your passion. You don’t last otherwise.
Later in the day, these finely tuned athletes are turned over to, in my mind, the strongest, bravest and toughest professional athletes in the world: the jockey. Jocks can lead a similar nomadic existence as the trainers do. They are self employed just like the trainers and are just as dedicated to their craft. Notable exception: no one tells a trainer how much he can weigh. The average weight of a jockey is roughly 110 pounds. The amount a horse may be assigned to carry can vary up to 130 pounds for the greatest of handicap horses. The norm, though, is usually less than 120 pounds and some jocks have a hard time staying at a weight that keeps them competitive. Legendary are the stories of jockeys spending hours in steam rooms, hot boxes, manure piles and other contraptions just to sweat off enough pounds to meet their race weight. Bulimia has also been known to make the rounds at jockey colonies around the country. The hell that these men and women put their bodies through to make weight has, hopefully, been aided in recent years by better nutrition and training methods, but it is still a tough way to make a living. Piloting high strung, half ton athletes moving at 40 mph in close quarters requires instinctive reflexes and a feel for the process. There is no time for thinking, only reacting. No other professional athlete can put together all the elements necessary to be a successful jockey and they deserve all the praise and respect in the world – certainly more than these independent contractors get. In what other sport does an ambulance follow you around as you work?
Who’s left? Owners. They come in all shapes and sizes. They can be gracious and accommodating. They can be tyrannical and abusive. Some own huge stables full of horses over several tracks around the country. Some own one horse and live out their racing dreams in a bull ring somewhere. We’re a strange breed of our own, the horse owner. People have said we have more money than brains and in many cases that’s true. We love the game, the sport and the industry – yes, that is racing all rolled into one depending upon how you are looking at it – the equine and the competition. Many love the money and glory and others are content to watch their horse race a few times over the summer and then let them play on the farm until next season rolls around.
What will follow is a fictionalized autobiography. It is not how I wish my life went, because I love where I grew up, how I grew up and the family I was lucky enough to grow up around and the one that I founded myself. The events that shaped my actual life brought me to the place that I am now and I like the place that I am at now. What it could best be described as is a fictionalized account of a life in racing. A bit of what will follow is true. Most is simply made up. It comes from my imagination. In my long car trips across the Midwest I have had dreams in my head of where my horses should go, what races we would win and the speeches I would give if given half a chance. I finally decided that I can have that half a chance – I only had to make it up.
Thanks for reading.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Time for Thanks
I'm thankful for my first family. Growing up with my parents and sister should be what everyone's childhood is like. Sadly I know that is not the case, but I am thankful each and every day for the childhood they gave me and the experience of growing up with a very close, very extended big, fat, Greek family.
You see how this goes. I could go on and on, as we all can. Tomorrow evening on Blog Talk Radio I'm going to extend this to my racing life - both personally and nationally - and talk about what I am thankful for in racing. I hope that you all join me. You can call in or just leave a message in the chatroom that I'll open up when the show starts. You can even drop me a line at ted@grevelisracing.com, leave a comment here or touch base via Facebook and I'll make sure that I get to as many of your comments as I can.
Happy Thanksgiving weekend everyone!
Friday, November 13, 2009
Vetting
Now the horse business is not that bad. Check that. MY EXPERIENCE in the horse business has not been like that. I should avoid the sweeping generalization because I'm bound to get comments and e-mails from any person that ever got ripped off buying a horse. I have individuals I trust and have earned that trust over time. David Miller, Bernell Rhone, Russ Rhone, Royal Roland and others have been tremendously honest and helpful when it comes to evaluating horse flesh. To them I am grateful.
Right now I am in the process of shopping for our next horse. With the economy the way it is, there is one thing you're never short of: horses to buy. There may be a shortage of buyers (and partners, so drop me a line if your interested - we have a bit more room!), but everyone coast to coast seems to have a horse for sale and getting an accurate read on one for a private sale is brutal.
Here are a couple of horse buying stories for you among the many I have collected over the past few months. No names or locations, but the meat of the stories are what they are. Neither of these stories take place in Minnesota, thank goodness, that's not to say they could not have, but they didn't so "yay" for us.
Both horses were two year olds: one filly and one colt. The filly had some issues, but was one for one racing. A friend turned me on to her and told me what he had paid for a share of her. I went ahead and contacted the owner and inquired. I mentioned my friend (his partner!) had sent me, but not how much he had paid. It was my way of vetting the seller. How much could I trust the guy? His price to me was 66% higher than what he sold to my friend just a week before!! I worked on bargaining him down a bit, but he wasn't going to budge. I sorely wanted to tell him what I knew, even though I DID tell him that my friend had sent me, I hadn't cleared it with him to spill the beans on the price. He called me later about another colt he wanted to sell. I didn't return the call.
The second story is more of a cautionary tale rather than any chicanery on anyones part. This horse is a two year old that showed some real speed in workouts this past summer. After some extensive digging, the horse had developed some nagging injuries and, while the recent layoff probably did it a world of good, there may be some lasting damage - maybe not, but it was enough of a warning to make me pass. You can't expect perfection, but why knowingly start yourself behind the eight ball right away? Even at a low price, it makes no sense making a tough business any tougher!
So we keep looking and keep vetting. It takes an awful lot of time and research to try and get this right - and then there are still no guarantees. We'll get our horse(s) eventually. I'd rather wait a bit longer than leaping before we've had enough time to really look!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
How Did YOU Get Hooked?
How did you get hooked on racing?
My feverent hope is that they'll be some interactivity and we can create a community of sorts where we can tackle topics as they arise that face owners and fans alike.
I hope to hear you tonight, 10 PM Central Time just click the hyperlink in this post or the button above to the left.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Claiming Crown Picks - Results
Iron Horse:
1. Calm and Collected - 2
2. Bright Hall - 1
3. Roboponi - 4
Express
1. Chasing the Prize - 1
2. Ready's Rocket - 7
3. Norjac - 2
Rapid Transit
1. Grand Traverse - 2
2. Max Ahead - 4
3. All Joking Aside - 5
Glass Slipper
1. Met A Miner - 6
2. Miranda Diane - 9
3. Thunder and Belle - 2
Tiara
1. Mizzcan'tbewrong - 1
2. Love to Tell - 2
3. R Vicarious Girl - 4
Emerald
1. Drivingmaxandmitzi - 4
2. T Harry - 9
3. Gran Estreno -1
Jewel
1. Furthest Land - 4
2. Antrim County - 1
3. Repenting - 5
The Lady Canterbury Stakes
1. Euphony - 2
2. Happiness Is -1
3. Lady Carlock - 3
Of my top 3 choices I had 6 winners, 5 places and 1 show for 12 spots out of a possible 24. Fifty percent. Not great. But I did have two exacta boxes and a tri box which wasn't too bad in only 8 races. Betting win and place on the top choice (and changing my wager after their respective post parades to Antrim County and Happiness Is) , plus and exacta and dollar tri boxes, a very mild profit was eeked out. Thank you, Canterbury, for the free admission - it made all the difference Saturday!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Can You Have Too Much Racing in One Day?
Sunday, June 14, 2009
A Bad Back Gets You Thinking
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Opening Day 2009 - Canterbury Park
The first race went off as scheduled and as the final horses moved into the starting gate, the crowd started applauding and went the latch sprung and track announcer Paul Allen began the call there was whooping and hollering from the growing crowd - we were back in action!
Finally, upstairs in the Clubhouse (below) is another snack bar, the Clubhouse Buffet and the Park Restaurant. Choices for literally every taste and budget. I went for a slice of pizza which was better than any "venue" pizza you've ever had - and plenty of pizzeria's as well!
Dinner leads me in to the 'specials' that are run at Canterbury. Each racing day, from Thursday to Sunday has a theme attached to it. Friday nights are Minnesota's Finest Happy Hour with live music on the apron, 1/2 price pizza, drink specials and contests. Saturdays are Classic Saturdays with Classic Cars on display, a giveaway, other food and drink specials and a $10,000 Pick Six pool guarantee. Sundays are Pepsi Family Day which features pony rides, face painting, a petting zoo and a kids "Race the Track" after the final race. When Thursday racing returns in a few weeks it'll bring the return of buck night which is just as it implies: $1 admission, $1 hot dogs, $1 Pepsi, $1 nachos, beer specials and a "Who do you like today contest?" with the prize of a $20 win, place, show wager. Solid daily promotions, good, affordable food and exciting racing action - a definite winning recipe.
There is also something else about the crowd at the Shakopee oval - it's young. There were plenty of twentysomethings and thirtysomethings around as well as families. These days this is an anomaly when you head out to the racetrack. Maybe it's because we're a summer meet? Maybe because we run in the evenings during the week? I went ahead and asked a group of younger folks sitting behind me what their reasons were for picking the racetrack. The number one answer was fun! This was followed by the excitement of wagering and, interestingly enough, the puzzle of trying to figure out a race and the feeling you get when you nail one. They all agreed as well that it was an inexpensive night out. Five dollars in, inexpensive food (if you stick with the specials) and you control your wagering budget. They can all hang out together and make a lot of noise and pit their skills against each other. It was a mighty encouraging conversation. I don't know if we're unique in Minnesota, but it would be nice to see this trend spread throughout the country.
I was fortunate enough to run into old partner Brian (of Somerset Sam and Somerset Wish fame). It was great catching up with him and a special congratulations on his engagement to longtime girlfriend Andrea! It was also fortunate as my choice for the 6th race, Henry the K, ran off the board. We got so caught up in talking, I never placed the bet. So thank you, Brian!
In the finale of the evening, a Minnesota bred Maiden Special Weight contest, partner Janet Weber (breeder of Miss Belle Express) had a homebred running, Tahkodha Bill. Bill had a bought with seconditis last year and was trying to break that streak on his return. While it didn't happen (he was placed 3rd after being interfered with in the stretch), it was great to catch up with Janet and her entourage: Linda, John and Vickie. John and Vickie also are partners with Janet in the filly Standing Rock who races Sunday in the 3rd, just before Fizzy's race so we'll be there to root them on!
The final attendance figure was 7,482 which was significantly less than the 10,000 plus in attendance last year, but a chilly, overcast, very windy Friday night with the chance of rain and thundershowers I'm sure kept plenty of folks away. Also, last year was Derby Day, sunny and warm after a long cold winter and most of the Spring. It's very difficult to make any kind of fair comparison. It'll be interesting to see how today's attendance compares with a sunny forecast and a very interesting Preakness Stakes to wager on. I don't know if we'll see 10,000, but I think we'll see more than in the opener.
For more on Canterbury's opener, see Jim Wells official Canterbury blog.