Review: Secretariat Delivers

It was an early August morning at Saratoga in 1972. I was sitting several yards from the rail, having breakfast with a Daily Racing Form colleague when I heard this sound behind me, getting louder and louder. The pounding hooves and snorting nostrils sounded like the proverbial locomotive. I turned toward the track and there before me was a big chestnut, adorned in the blue and whit

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