My Dad was born in Belfast in 1933 and grew up cheering for and wagering upon the golden age of horse racing. Over his 76 years and counting, he's bellowed at triple crown winners in the UK, the US and his adopted home of Canada. Each year at this time, my Dad's thoughts turned to "The Jumps", which was his way of describing the races leading up to the
Aintree Grand National. The Grand National is arguably the most exciting horse racing event in the world.
Kellsboro Jack - American Owned winner of the 1933 Grand National.
Dad passed along many great sporting traits to me. This afternoon, I left work in the middle of the day to watch Liverpool take on Real Madrid in Champions League football. Going AWOL didn't strike me as strange at all. How could it? At the age of 11, I very clearly remember Dad signing me out of school to come home and watch
Liverpool play Juventus in a fateful European Cup Final. Some things are just more important than work.
Today, my Dad is back home in Belfast and not quite healthy enough to chat about the horses anymore. However, each year at this time I can't help but sneak a peak at the upcoming
Cheltenham Festival and
Aintree Grand National.
Best Mate, Chives and Valley Henry make the leap in the 2003 Cheltenham Gold Cup
The Cheltenham Festival is the jumps equivalent of the Breeders' Cup. If you thought two days of championship racing at Santa Anita was exhausting, I dare you to handicap the 26 races run over four days spanning a variety of age groups run at a distance usually starting at no less that two miles. The feature event of the festival is the Cheltenham Gold Cup, which is run at a distance of three miles and two and one half furlongs. The winning horse not only has to make the distance but also complete 22 fences for the grand prize of over CDN$1,000,000.
Check out this video of
Whiteoak, at 20-1, bravely fighting back to win the Mares Hurdle in a last gasp lunge for the wire. The sheer stamina of the horses is exhilarating.
3 comments:
Have you read "A Fine Place to Daydream," Bill Barich's superb, unsentimental memoir of a year following Irish racing culminating in the Cheltenham Festival? Terrific, and I must credit it for sparking much of the interest I now have in jump racing ...
That was a cracking good race, Whiteoak's.
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