Mother Nature - Undefeated

Ah, Keeneland. The cradle of racing elegance, where the finest horses are forged in fire, and the weather? Well, Mother Nature remains undefeated, as she always has been. You don’t get into the ring with her—no, no, she dictates the terms. This week, we’ve seen the chaos of nature: the tornado sirens in the dead of night, rain that hasn’t quit, and the reminder that we’re all just spectators in her grand show. Yet, in the midst of all this, Keeneland has weathered the storm and made the right call to go ahead with the meet but three days later. They’re going to be the only show in town, and for the discerning player, that’s a golden opportunity.

Ah, the return to Lexington. Four days crisscrossing this great country—exhausting, yes, but also *necessary*. You see, while the world around us spins, I take the time to catch up, to recalibrate. And now, here I am, back in the sanctuary of my condo, surrounded by the quiet rhythm of routine. But rest? No, my dear friend. There's work to be done. Works to be added, checked, and double-checked. *Twice*, as it should be.

The beauty of this game, the elegance of it, lies in the details—the subtle movements that others overlook. You know, it’s not simply about the horses on the track. It’s about what happens before they step into the spotlight. The works, the training, the preparation—it’s all woven into the fabric of a race. I’ve taken the time, as, my staff and I, always do, to gather those threads, carefully adding each work, each bit of information to the tapestry. And like a fine-tuned instrument, I check it all twice. Precision is key.

While others wander about, distracted by the noise, I’m here—focused, deliberate, never rushing, patient. The race may be tomorrow, or the day after, but our work? It’s constant. It’s steady. Like the hum of the city in the early hours. It doesn’t sleep. And neither do I when it comes to getting the edge.

The horses may be resting, but not me. Not today. Today, I am vigilant, watching, listening, gathering. The calm before the storm, if you will. And when the time comes to act? I’ll be ready. Always ready. We pride ourselves at that.

Now, I’m aware of the murmurs, the griping. Handicappers, that special breed, never seem to be satisfied. Much like an opinionated mother-in-law who has to weigh in on every detail, these folks can't help themselves. Always complaining, always pointing out the flaws. They’ll moan about the track, the weather, the turf, the horses, and—God forbid—anything remotely unorthodox. But let’s be honest: you know who they are. The ones who constantly complain and will never be happy unless there’s something to gripe about. What I find most amusing is that, while they’re busy making noise, you and I are in the trenches, doing the work that matters—diving into replays, getting the real info, analyzing works, and ignoring the noise.

Because here’s the thing: in parimutuel betting, it’s about betting against each other. You’re not betting against the house, no, you’re betting against your fellow players. And those players? The ones who’ve spent more time on social media whining than doing the real legwork? I want them in my pocket. They’re the ones I want to play against. Because even when they win, they lose. They’re caught in a cycle of ignorance and laziness, and I thrive on that.

As for the track? Yes, it’s wet. It’s been raining non-stop, tornadoes have touched down, but here’s the thing: that water will seep in, and the track will firm up. The main track? Lightning fast in the morning, and by Monday, that turf will be good to go. I’m already ahead of the curve. I was down at Keeneland today, felt the pulse of the place. I know the works, I know the details. I even had my bread pudding—because, my friends, that’s how you know you’ve won. There’s nothing like the taste of Keeneland Bread Pudding to seal your fate as a winner as I secured two pans of the golden Bread Pudding, and hide them away in my fridge.

You want to play smart? Get your hands on *With The Works*. That’s the key. We’ve got the information, the embedded videos, the insights from tracks across the country. Oaklawn, Turfway, Fair Grounds, Churchill Downs, Keeneland, and more. A smart player knows to use this info. I’ve counted at least 25 places where horses have recorded works heading into Keeneland this spring in the past That’s the sort of intel that wins races.

So, my friends, don’t get caught up in the noise. Don’t waste time arguing about the rain or the turf. Focus on the details. Focus on what matters. And always remember, in this game, it’s not about being right. It’s about being smart.

And right now? I’m already a winner. Yum!