RIP Mr. Jerkens.
It was the fall of 1984 and he trained a speedball named Up Pops Awinner for Hobeau. I had an affinity for cheap speed and was thinking about making a small wager. Given that the horse almost always gave up the ghost in the lane I asked him what he thought of his chances. He said "I've tried everything with him, blinkers on, blinkers off, on the lead, off the pace, I'm ready to give up on him. Naturally Up Pops Awinner runs off and hides. Wins for fun. Walking back through the tunnel we make eye contact and Mr. Jerkens looks at me with curious grin and says "whatta ya know about that".
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