One of the cool things about Top Royelle's win here is that I brought 3 of my favorite racetrackers to the winner circle.
Two local pimps -- the Tate Brothers to my left -- and the janitor Paul to my right (one of the few holdover workers from The Erie Downs)
I called that horse 'Jason Voorhees' -- by the point after the race we claimed her, she wasn't eating much, couldn't train much, and was doing ridiculously poor to the point of needing X-ray's and tests to reassure us she was sound enough to race. When she walked to the track -- her whole attitude changed.
Quite unbelievably, she ran a good 3rd and a 1st in her first two races after the claim. As soon as she turned in her first non-effort, she was lucky to have a great past owner like Bob get her back.