Chapters (92)
- KICK THE LATCH
- ONE
- SOLID PLASTER
- THE OLD MAN
- IT WASN’T HIS FAULT
- MILK BONES
- BICYCLE JENNY
- TWO
- THE JOCKEY
- THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE
- BANG!
- I HAD MY SPILLS
- MY PAINT HORSE
- KIND OF FUNNY, A REAL CLOWN, AN ORNERY SON OF A BUCK
- THREE
- A LITTLE WIND-UP CLOCK
- SHORT-IRON
- DIRT TRACK, FLAT LAND, RAMSHACKLE BACKSTRETCH
- I WOULDN’T BARELY BREAK
- NOTHING NICE
- KEY TO THE QUARTER POLE
- GALLON OF BLOOD
- NUTS AND BOLTS
- BIG OLD HOLE
- I SEEN HIM EVERY DAY
- FOUR
- PICKLED BOILED EGGS
- THANKSGIVING
- ENOUGH
- CALL YOUR OWNERS, CALL HOME
- HAMBURGERS
- OUR PERSONAL ATTITUDES
- FIVE
- I OUTGREW THE POSITION
- THEY GET CHILLY
- THIS JOCK PACKS, THAT JOCK PACKS
- GRANDSTANDING
- BLACK SHOE POLISH
- SIX
- EVERYTHING MYSELF
- WASHED, BATHED, GOOD CARE
- YOU CHECK IT, YOU SHAKE IT
- A THOUSAND POUNDS OF PRESSURE
- WE’RE HUNGRY!
- STRAIGHT OFF THE GOAT
- SEVEN
- I KNOW WHAT I KNOW
- THEY GET THEIR HEADS JERKED OFF
- I THINK YOU’LL BE SAD
- BOBBLE, BOBBLE
- YOU CAN’T BLAME A MAN
- THIS HORSE, THIS RACE
- EIGHT
- RACETRACKERS
- FANCY SUITS, FANCY BOOTS
- PAUPER’S HILL
- THE OLD LADY
- JAKE THE PRINCE
- C’MON, CHARLIE!
- THE BIG DRINK
- WHERE’S THORBY?
- MIRACLE PERSON
- HE WAS LIVING HIGH
- I DIDN’T WANT NO DRAMA
- NINE
- THE RODEO STUNT
- HUNTERS AND JUMPERS
- TEN
- I WAS GIVEN A CHOICE
- THEY’D RATHER HAVE THE PISS
- STOP MY WORLD, LADY!
- STUPID CAMERAS, BIG LIGHTS
- GRAB THAT THING
- MILLIONS
- IT WAS HARD LIVING
- I TRIED TO BE A NORMAL PERSON
- THE HORSE TAUGHT ME ABOUT LIFE
- ELEVEN
- MISTER BAKER
- THIS SUCKER
- WITH THE MEN
- LA VEDETTE
- HER BLACK MOUSTACHE
- BLONDE, CUTE, BIG DIMPLES
- TWELVE
- ONAKONA
- BAD WEATHER OR NOT
- IT AIN’T LIKE A CAT
- PERENNIALS
- REMEMBER THIS?
- A PARTICULAR LANGUAGE
- AFTERWORD
You try things. Maybe give them just a little handful. Maybe feed the others first. You show up, you’re barely awake, it’s four o’clock, but they’re all banging and boy — they’re whinnying, Good morning, here we are, we’re hungry! If there’s one who’s off his feed, you let him sit there and think about it. You let his mouth water, watching the others eat first.
It’s like if you’re fasting and nervous before blood work and you see a bunch of people munching on fresh cinnamon rolls and drinking coffee — suddenly you can’t wait to get some, too. If you’re sick to your stomach and somebody brings you a big tray of food, you say, Get it out of here! But if they bring you a half piece of dry toast or a little cup of soup, you think, I can do this. Gradually you get yourself back in your feed tub.
STRAIGHT OFF THE GOAT
At Deerheart, Nebraska, we all ran around in golf carts — from the backside of the barns up to the racing office, over to the kitchen and that. Bobbie Mackintosh milked Winnie the goat, who was a mascot for a racehorse called Springtime Notion. When she wasn’t in her stall with Springtime, Winnie’d jump on Bobbie’s golf cart and away they’d go.
I was having a terrible time with my stomach, and one day Bobbie heard me complaining about it. She said, Sonia, have some goat milk. She gave it to me straight off the goat — nasty, not pasteurized or nothing — but right away my stomach felt better, and then I was fine.
If you’re sick, you wait for the veterinarians to come around and treat you, too. The jockeys got B12 shots before each race — three, four B12 shots a day. You’d say, Oh, I’m exhausted, and the vet’d give you a B12 shot. If you had a bad tooth you pulled it yourself.
Once I was up for five wins in a row with Miss Sotmoore — she was one of my best mares — but I had a fever and I could hardly move.
Another trainer said, If you want to come over, I’ll have Mom give you a shot of — I don’t know what it was. It might’ve been cattle antibiotics. This fellow happened to live about twelve miles from the track so I went home with him and bent over the kitchen sink and his mom gave me the shot. Within three hours I was a new person. I got to see my horse run, and we won our fifth in a row.