By Thomas Chambers
I don’t know that the four of us could have been called whizzes in arithmetic – we were there when they came up with New Math, although the penguins appropriated the name but just kept teaching numbers – but we’ve gotten by nicely.
Before any formal gazintas or cipherin’, my two brothers had batting averages, on-base percentages and earned run averages down cold. My sister spent a long time in the consumer banking sector, where just one of her many duties was to tell people that if debit overtakes credit, kind of like a pace meltdown, they will be overdrawn. She then had to tell them by how much and which particular ATM hit took them out of the money. It was all right there in the numbers.
I squeaked through high school algebra, but then had to take it twice in college to fulfill the requirement. I was pretty good at geometry, although it was well before I fully grasped that eight furlongs is a mile and once around at Arlington. And if you called it Obround Park or Discorectangle Race Course, you wouldn’t be wrong. Or that getting a mile at Belmont includes a long beginning tangent (the chute) with only one pure curve, if the horse could stay in its lane, like Secretariat did. It came in handy when I realized the old Nad al Sheba in Dubai was something of a scalene triangle with complex radii on the turns, although Cigar aced it without a 60-cent protractor, just a saddle on his back and Jerry Bailey checking his work.
Don’t know if any of it helped, but it didn’t hurt, as now I know how to read the Racing Form. There’s not really a lot of math involved, except maybe adding up win or loss streaks and the money, of course. And M(aiden) = 0(wins).
It’s more about tendencies, such as the consistency of workout times, pace trends, position at the calls, willingness to close or not. The data is really just there, stated. Jockey and trainer percentages, together and separately. Leparoux up, it’s a Show horse. Velazquez up, he’s a Win horse. But that’s not math, just a hunch.
When it comes to the Triple Crown, more acutely this year than ever, I’m not sure any of this vast acquired knowledge will be worth a bent horseshoe. Don’t get me wrong. It’s a lot better than a B.A. in Public Hygiene from the Dean Smith Center for Infinitely Broad Studies, but I’m just itching to put to good use everything I learned from professors Bennie, Red, Anita, Tall Gregg, Paki and The Teach. It’s just getting tougher and tougher to do.
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Posted on March 1, 2018