We met him in a turf club his eyes were whoary grey we ask him for a story this is what he had to say now come all u men who have a yen For horses that are fast some have run and some have won and some just couldnt last now gather round we will all sit down and we will have a drink or two my hands may shake my voice may break but ill tell this tale to you its of a race at a burning pace and fortunes hung by hair of a bay stud of steeldust blood and a gangly chestnut mare it was long ago in mexico where blows the silvery sand in a border town where sports abound along the rio grand Juarez the name the track the same and many can recall How the race was run in the blistering sun along that adobe wall now the stud Joe Blair was stabled there at five eights he was the best the fastest in the west the gangly mare eith chestnutt hair came in from new orleans her owners flush and fill with lush their pocket filled with green Her fame was known she was not slone there were many their to greet her the gangly mare with chestnut hair her name was Pan Zarita when 2 champs meet there looms defeat for one as well as the other bets ran high and throats went dry as brother turned on brother the owners met the date was set the terms were written in come rain or snow 5/8 to go and the purse all to the win the day dawned clear and time grew near nerves were drawn and tense they led them to the paddock pen And then a short supense in came the jocks hard as rocks both were world renown they were short n thin gaunt and grim cause they knew the chips were down then a moment still before the thrill the barrier came up with a flop Out ahead a streak of red the stud had broke on top the juarez crowd cheered long and loud hats were in the air for no equine that broke behind had ever caught Joe Blait but the gangly mare with chestnut hair broke with a leap n bound Her start wad slow but the jock bent low they began to cover ground it wad nip n tuck the gods of luck were favoring neither one they were on their own and all alone just run you rascals run they would surge n lung and leap n plunge like tigers after prey on they came eyes aflame like demons raized to slay the stud was crazed at that burning blsze that stuck there by his side the gangly mare with chestnut hair she seemed to hurt his pride then mortal fear as the end grew near and the jocks held their whip with the wire grey just yards away something had to slip the stud was spent from that deathly sprint that wore him to the bone no one to blame he wad game as he tried to carry on But blood will tell as we know well in the purple she was bred like a flaming star she hit the wire the mare a length ahead if you will look at the record book you will surely find Out the gates n 5/8 world record was the time some cried the time lied it just cannot be the record is rifgt in black n white I was there you see l lost my roll and I am old iv wandered everywhere im broke n bent without a cent because I bet on Joe Blair if there is a place where Great ones race in some heavenly land where from beliw good ones go the great maker in the stand true sports of yore and champs galore will all be there to meet her that gangly mare with chestnut hair they called her Pan Zarita true story it happened 100years ago this year .
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 05:01:37 +0000
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