The Inside Rail

Contributions from TIHR co-founder, editor and writer Sean Clancy.

Tiz Franco

Manny Franco played shortstop. Watched Derek Jeter. Cheered for the Yankees. Franco was quick, deft at turning a double play, fast on the basepaths, could hit a curve. Baseball was all he wanted to do, dreaming of the big leagues. 

Quiet Noise

It is Travers Day. Like none other. 

Ball Game

Hey, how’d it go on Whitney Day? 

Shopping Spree

I went down the rabbit hole. Yup, I admit it. With a sound mind and not enough time, under my own volition and without emotion, I did it. The Marylou Whitney Collection. I knew I shouldn’t. But I did it anyway. Like John Muir walking in the woods, reality drifted, days turned into nights, nights into days. Time meant nothing. 

Family Tradition

There’s Gun Runner’s Pegasus, the perfect finale to a $15.9 million career. Curlin’s Preakness, a first Classic win. Rachel Alexandra’s Woodward, the rafters shook, the ground shook, none of us were the same after that. There are nearly 9,000 wins along a Hall of Fame career. 

Baptism

It was embarrassing – for both of us. 

20 Years

It was a mad undertaking. Two brothers, an outof-work college roommate, a couple of future racetrack degenerates, a gaggle of Skidmore English Lit majors, an empty yoga studio and a vision of a daily newspaper at Saratoga. Daily, as in six days a week. We were going after The Pink Sheet. Competing with the Daily Racing Form. Making our mark. 

No Toner

Nine rows high. Three rows wide. And maybe five rows long. Leaning. A few have fallen like shards of glaciers into the sea. Shrink-wrapped, in stark white plastic bags, the tower of wood shavings delivered, an order with a slip and a bill. They lie in wait outside an empty barn, ready to be dispensed into empty stalls. Anywhere else, you’d walk past them and never notice. 

Hit Me

Has it hit you? Like, really, hit you. Like, stop-and-sink hit you. 

Home Office

“Miles, turn on channel 9705.”

“What?”

“Turn on 9705. Watch the turf race at Belmont.”