My greatest hope is that the gentler surface, and a new emphasis on breeding for stamina, will produce the durable champion the sport so badly needs—a Kelso, a Citation, or a Cigar who can maintain his dominance over several seasons. But we're not there yet. The biggest, richest races are still run on old-fashioned dirt. On Derby Day, I'll be betting on horses with mud in their hooves. Hard Spun is a plastic champion, and that's not going to earn him this May's blanket of roses.
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