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Tell people training racehorses to perform is about balance. Fine, precise, delicate, minute, walk-the-tightrope balance. Tell them it's about knowing where the tipping point is and striving to never - ever - go past it. Even though you know you will. 

A wise horse trainer once talked to me about the folly in trying to find out what a horse can't do. Think about it. A horse wins. Its next race will be tougher. A horse improves, becomes proficient, wins again, maybe a stakes race. The next race will be more difficult. He wins again. He gets a tougher assignment, maybe a longer one, maybe one on a different racetrack or a different state or a different country, against different opponents with different tactics in different weather. Eventually, he or she will lose - probably (see Personal Ensign for the exception). He or she might also get hurt, might try too hard, might be involved in an accident.

Yes, it's the nature of the game and of pretty much all competition, but take the time to appreciate what you see, the excellence in front of you. Marvel at what horses do. Then take a deep breath, pause, reflect and consider everything it took to produce that excellence. Don't even think about the next challenge. Not yet, maybe not ever.

You don't think Charlie LoPresti wants to try Wise Dan in a Grade 1 on dirt? 

You don't think Bill Mott wonders, even a little, about Royal Delta catching the boys at a mile-and-a-quarter somewhere and galloping them into defeat? 

You don't think Todd Pletcher wishes Cross Traffic were out there today, seeing if he could stretch his speed over 9 furlongs again? 

Of course they do. But they also play the balance game. They're responsible. 

They train racehorses, who produce awe-inspiring, powerful, life-changing results. Marvel at that. Be awed by the achievement. Royal Delta didn't do enough last weekend? You want more from Wise Dan besides an eight-race winning streak? That's not enough for you? Cross Traffic's five-start career includes three wins and two seconds. You think he should be doing more? You've read all about Paynter and his battle to live, right? If he wins today, stand back and appreciate it. Don't wonder when he'll run against Game On Dude, or start asking why they don't try him on turf.

Appreciate achievement, don't dream up the next challenge just yet. Racehorses are not racecars. You want to see a race to the limit, every week? Watch NASCAR. That's horsepower. This is horse power.

Saginaw made the 41st start of his life Friday. It was his last. He fractured both sesamoids in his left front ankle while battling near the lead. He'd won 21 races, finished first, second or third in 12 consecutive starts. He led the country in wins last year, with 10. He was a model of consistency - hammering out New York-bred stakes wins the way Honda makes cars. Friday, it all came crashing down. The mortal being of Saginaw broke down. He was not a win machine. There were no new parts to install. Honda can replace a robot on the assembly line. You can't replace a horse's sesamoids. 

It's sad, gut-wrenching, terrible. 

But he was flesh and blood and muscle the same way we are. Horses get hurt, they try too hard. Balance isn't easy.

I will always believe Thoroughbreds like the competition, they like to run. They're too good at it not to like it. Saginaw was great at it. He must have loved it. Friday, it killed him. Don't even try to figure out why. He was mortal, remember. There's no overheating engine or blown head gasket or loose wheel to blame. So why did it happen? Hah. Don't ask why in this game, either. He had an issue, he took a bad step, he got bumped at the wrong time, he blinked, he shied at a dirt clod or a shadow and was off balance (even for half a second) . . . the tipping point can be that fine. 

It's all that tenuous. Run as fast as you can. Leave in an ambulance. Win. Lose. Live. Die.

Anybody truly in the game understands that, though we all need a reminder now and then. 

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