"Six Weeks in Saratoga" available! Go get it!

"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

Monday, November 2, 2009

Butter and Margarine

Oh, so what? The Breeders' Cup is in Santa Anita for a second year on Amateur-Ride, so what? For a time in the eighties, when fat was the enemy, food scientists worked like mad at a butter alternative and we got margarine.

It tastes just like butter!

And Pro-Ride acts like dirt.

Here's the deal, the French eat lots of butter and are skinny, happier, and speak a much better tongue. We, on the other hand, are a nation more consumed by health and yet are unhealthy to the core.

In this instance, so what if we have the trans-fat-loaded margarine balls at the wedding reception table instead of luscious, savory, creamery butter? This is the Breeders' Cup Championships! So hike up your socks, grab your favorite easy chair and watch. And, hey, if you read a little Vic Zast, you might even make a little bit of money.

So much of the energy since last year's BC has been that in another year, we're going to have to do it all over again. But you're a horse racing fan and you'd root for this sport if they ran over molten lava and took space rockets to Uranus. You'd watch it if they jumped over hurdles and swam the English Channel. You'd watch just to see Todd Pletcher's under bite, Bob Baffert's silver hair, and Helen Pitts shot at redemption for losing Curlin nearly three years ago.

This is the only sport that when you say PP no one looks at you like you're Roman Polanski. That's reason enough! On Friday you can stare at women athletes all day and not draw the stink eye from your partner. Try getting away with that during a beach volleyball tournament.

So take that whip off your wall you pervert and wave it at Calvin Borel, John Velazquez, and Joe Talamo. Break out your most tasteless World War II humor when the French and British clobber your early Pick 4.

This is the Breeders' Cup on Pro-Ride, turn that frown upside down, and to quote one of Bill Murray's sons in "Rushmore", "Get your head out of your ass."

Sure, butter is better, but some Parkay on Zenyatta's curvy butt ain't that bad either.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Now that's the spirit!

Sure, our date to the prom isn't exactly Reese Witherspoon, but it's still the prom, right?

And I'm gonna get lucky!

With an early pick 4!

Anonymous said...

Um, love the spirit, don't lose the details.

John VelaZquez

Cornelio VelaSquez

Have fun this weekend--

Brendan O'Meara said...

Damn! Good catch. I'll change it now. You have fun as well.

B