Since getting those Orthodox Jews to Belmont is central to the plan, a subway line should be built between Williamsburg and Elmont. It even has a natural marketing tag: "Take the J train"..

I kvelled.

Oh my God I'm dying here! :D :tro:

Sir Walter goes all the way back to the mid 90's on the old AOL horsey boards.

I remember one incident where he got invited to the paddock at MTH and blasted Ryerson with UBS questions, with Ryerson feeling like a trapped animal.

Good times.

I thought for sure they were going to take his idea and move the BC to night at the Meadowlands.

Oyz in the Hood

Would you suggest moving the race to around 4pm so the Orthodox community attending could make it back for Maariv? Maybe make the race around 4pm like the 6th race? LOVE IT

I bet NYRA marketing could contact the lubavitch community and have them bring the Mitzah wagon also.

Think I Would Rather Have the Super Bowl Move To Saturday And Leave The B Cup Alone.

Maybe drape the winning horse with a black overcoat?

Could have everyone down for a pic in the winner's circle for a race that Godolphin would sponsor?

A father gives his son $2 to bet on a ‘sure thing’ at Belmont and sends him off to catch the train.

On the way, the boy encounters a group of Hasidim walking to shul.

A gust of wind blows through and knocks off the big black hat of one of the elders and it lands right in front of the boy, who picks it up and hands it back to the elder.

“Thank you for your kind mitzvah, young man,” the Jewish man says, “you will be blessed this day.”

The boy thinks nothing of it and gets to Belmont as scheduled.

Later that day he returns home empty handed.

“What happened?!?!” his dad exclaims.

The boy recounts his story with the elder and his hat and then goes on…
“Well dad, I saw your horse at 2-1 but there was a horse named Sombrero at 10-1, and since a sombrero is a kind of hat I figured it was a sign from god, so I bet on him and he won by six lengths!”

“Then in the next race there was a horse named Stetson so I did the same thing and he was 12-1 and he won by a neck!”

Dad was excited now and couldn’t understand why his son is now facing him with empty pockets. “Well what happened in the last race?”

“Well, dad, I saw a horse named Chateau and I know that’s French for ‘hat’ so I bet the whole thing on him and he lost by 4 lengths.”

“You dummy,” the dad shouted, “Chateau means ‘house’ not hat! So who won that race?”

The boy answered dejectedly, “Some Japanese horse named Yarmulke.”