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"Six Weeks in Saratoga: How Three-Year-Old Rachel Alexandra Beat the Boys and Became Horse of the Year" published July 1, 2011. Keep it locked here, at The Carryover or go to SUNY Press to order your copy ... right now! Or head on down to your favorite bookseller.

Praise for "Six Weeks in Saratoga"

“Going behind the scenes of three-year-old filly Rachel Alexandra’s 2009 triumph … O’Meara makes her story gallop and gleam.” — Chronogram

“The [book] is one of enjoyable promise, and as the author recounts little moments and inside conversations, he provides an intimate glimpse into the lives of the figures he covers. The narrative keeps game pace with outside literary standards and features bursts of brilliance, and I found it a refreshing change from the selection of racing-themed volumes available today. As O’Meara brings his subjects to life, you find yourself thinking this is the kind of guy whose work I want to follow.” — Claire Novak, ESPN.com

“O’Meara … provide[s] a tremendous amount of detail from behind the scenes that the reader would not have otherwise enjoyed … Six Weeks is essentially a Rachel book, but it’s told without neglecting the always rich backdrop of a Saratoga meet. That means there’s history, surprises, characters (human and equine), great racing, foggy mornings and sun-splashed afternoons—plenty of material through which O’Meara could exercise his descriptive abilities.” — Schenectady Daily Gazette

“O’Meara fell for a magical place and magnificent horse, which is a lovely malady that often befalls horse people, and with a great deal of heart he tells us how and why. You’ll never forget his Six Weeks in Saratoga, either.” — Joe Drape, author of Our Boys: A Perfect Season on the Plains with the Smith Center Redmen

“Brendan O’Meara tells the story of this proud horse with verve and great historical insight. Six Weeks in Saratoga marks the debut of an exciting new talent.” — Wil Haygood, author of Sweet Thunder: The Life and Times of Sugar Ray Robinson

“Brendan O’Meara’s Six Weeks in Saratoga is a victory to be savored by those who treasure good writing in general and tales of the track in particular. Horses may win races, but they also win hearts as this impressive book proves beyond doubt. A memorable, sure-footed debut.” — Madeleine Blais, author of In These Girls, Hope Is a Muscle

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Friday Night Lights

Lights ... Friday night lights, it doesn't matter the night, put anything under a light bulb and it becomes instantly interesting. 

Take torture.  Messing with ones circadian rhythm is inherently funny and the confessions one can get, my God!  

Take racing.  Making horses run at night makes for an atmosphere that is hip and edgy.  And we're not just talking running an evening card when the final race  goes off while the sun is still orange.  Churchill Downs attracted 28,000 folks to its Friday night melee.  Racing had a mini-Dubai and it was in Louisville, Kentucky.

Remember when you were a kid and you played most, if not all, your baseball games in the afternoon.  Even high school games.  But there was the occasional game under the lights and everyone talked about it for hours.  You couldn't focus through you last period English class.  You had a game under the friggin' lights!  Instead of the 11 parents that religiously went to your afternoon games, all of a sudden girls — and attractive ones at that — showed up for the night game.  People cheered.  They brought air horns.  They made posters.  For once in your dull and dreary life you were a winner.

Then the sun came up and the pretty girls went back to ignoring you.  

1 comment:

Glenn Craven said...

You must've been deprived in the Northeast. We played lots of baseball games under lights when I was a kid; even Little League.

I will say that each Little League night there was a 6 o'clock game for two teams, over by the time the sun went down, and a nightcap between two other teams. And we did always enjoy having the late game under the lights.

In part I think it was because the late game pushed back your bedtime.

I'll also confess that there's something extra-cool about really gettin' ahold of one during a night game and watching it disappear into the darkness because the low-grade lighting is sufficient only for the field of play and can hardly be expected to illuminate too far beyond the fence.