First, they have to take care of business, and then anything is possible, explained Steve Asmussen, the leading trainer in the country whose stable star is the reigning Horse of the Year, Curlin. But what exactly are the possibilities? A match race perhaps? A meeting in the Jockey Club Gold Cup? A showdown in the Breeders’ Cup? What are the chances that Curlin and Big Brown will ever meet?
At best, in my most optimistic mood, having just had a lovely cup of coffee and discovered unexpectedly a hermetically sealed Arturo Fuente in my coat pocket, I’d say the chances lie somewhere between 20 and 30 percent. After all, some business must come first, specifically a Big Brown sweep of the Triple Crown and then, the following week, a Curlin victory in the Stephen Foster.
But after that, with the business handled, much would indeed be possible. And the possibilities are so attractive, so alluring, so potentially momentous and even historic that racetrack executives already are discussing them.
Richard Dutrow Jr., Big Brown’s effusive trainer, referred again Thursday to the colt’s post-Belmont Stakes appearances. Dutrow specifically has mentioned the Travers at Saratoga and the Classic at Santa Anita. If he follows that plan, it would, of course, leave the Classic as the only possibility for a meeting with Curlin. But there may be better options, not only because of the synthetic surface at Santa Anita, but also because a meeting there would have to wait for months, giving circumstances and bad luck too many opportunities for interference.
Everybody, or almost everybody, wants it. The fans especially want it, and they deserve it. But a Curlin-Big Brown meeting will happen only if the timing and location are ideal and the incentives irresistible. The location is easy: Either Belmont Park or Churchill Downs would be the perfect site. Both horses will have raced at both racetracks. And both tracks, of course, have demonstrated repeatedly that they can put on the big show.
The timing also seems rather straightforward. Yes, good things happen to those who wait, but, as Mark Twain pointed out, only if you don’t die in the meantime. Good things generally happen to those who make them happen, and horse racing shouldn’t wait for the possibility of a Curlin-Big Brown meeting in October; it shouldn’t confuse Halloween with Christmas. For the good of the sport, this should happen earlier, preferably on July 12 or 19.
Either date would allow both horses sufficient time after they’ve taken care of their “business.” Most important, a mid-July date would take advantage of all the Triple Crown publicity, all the fever and jubilation and encomia, and so would guarantee worldwide attention for this classic showdown of champions, for this modern attempt to define racehorse greatness where it ultimately can only be defined, on the racetrack.
But since there’s no race appropriate for them on either July 12 or 19, their meeting would have to be a match race, a made for-TV, made-for-history, made-for-posterity, made-for-the-good-of-racing extravaganza. And since the Churchill meeting will have concluded, the race will have to be at Belmont Park.
Both days are already eventful at Belmont, with the Man o’ War on July 12 and the Coaching Club American Oaks a week later. Either could serve as a prelude to a Curlin-Big Brown match race. The mid-July date would even allow Big Brown to aim then at the Travers on Aug. 23, and Curlin, who would have to miss the Whitney, then could point towards the Woodward on Aug. 30. If everything works out, they could meet again in the Classic.
As for incentives, I’ll leave those to the folks who write the checks, but with television tossing money into the mix, and fans clamoring for the race and sponsors lining up to share in the moment, I’d think the purse would be at least $2 million.
Yes, a match race at Belmont Park on July 12 or 19 would be the best of all the possibilities. But, again, the possibilities are many. Belmont could spice up the Jockey Club Gold Cup on Sept. 27. Curchill could put together a match race for the fall, giving the Breeders’ Cup heartache and the suits in Louisville the last laugh. And if such possiblilities get ambushed by picayunish details, or torpedoed by petty concerns, or hoodwinked by specious realities or tripped up by corporate layabouts, then there’s always that glorious possibility of a meeting in the Breeders’ Cup Classic, where Smarty Jones, and Point Given, and Afleet Alex, and Mineshaft, and. . . . History has taught me never to trust the meantime.
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