When I was a kid, and first started going to Saratoga, I was always fascinated by all the kids that asked jockeys for autographs, and I used to watch the riders a lot and check out their reactions. I noticed that Braulio Baeza never signed for anybody. So, jerk that I am, I decided to start hounding him. After like two or three days of pestering him every race he rode, and of course being rebuffed, he finally grabbed my program from me and scribbled on a page.
I felt a perverse sense of vindication and thus a lifetime of jockey hating was born.
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