{"id":3984,"date":"2013-05-04T01:00:26","date_gmt":"2013-05-04T09:00:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/teensleuth.com\/blog\/?p=3984"},"modified":"2013-05-04T13:17:43","modified_gmt":"2013-05-04T21:17:43","slug":"a-valentine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/teensleuth.com\/blog\/?p=3984","title":{"rendered":"Here come the little guys"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I’m unapologetic in my love of jockeys. For you, maybe the horse is the thing. The jockeys are weird \u00a0– miniature, enigmatic humans in baggy knickers and candy colored silks. Scoffed at for their size, these humans are freaks of flexibility and endurance, shrewd tacticians with finely tuned internal clocks and almost spooky sensorial perception. They have the courage of gladiators, the balance of gymnasts on beam\u00a0and the hand-eye coordination of NASCAR drivers.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>My first jockey love was a teenage dreamboat named \u00a0Steve “The Kid” Cauthen. He was as adorable as he was non- threatening and I was deeply <\/em>in love with him. In his second year of racing, Steve Cauthen was the nation’s winningest \u00a0jockey and was on the cover of Sports Illustrated (I still have my copy). He was 17 and looked 13 when he and his chestnut mount, Affirmed, won the Triple Crown.<\/p>\n

\"\"\"\"<\/a>To me, the\u00a0word “athlete” doesn’t mean Kobe or Tom Brady, it means Laffit Pincay or Garret Gomez. Perhaps it’s precisely\u00a0because they’re not pampered spokesmodels that jockeys are so kick-ass, hailing from the backwoods of the Pacific Northwest, the bayous of Louisiana, the slums of Panama or the swamps of aradiana. Like cops, miners or circus performers, jockeys have learned to think of themselves as a breed apart – “unsuited for the gentility of everyday life”. The saying goes that, pound for pound, Jockeys are the toughest athletes in the world. Pound for pound, it\u00a0isn’t\u00a0even close.<\/em> Would you call Kobe or Tom Brady tough?\u00a0How about\u00a0a 330-pound offensive lineman or a steroidal slugger? When it comes to both mental and physical toughness and playing through pain, the 103 lb. jockey leaves those other sportsmen in the dust – \u00a0fractured wrist or \u00a0a broken rib is 3 months of Diet Coke and \u00a0TV remote for those guys – for a jockey it’s a couple of strips of tape and an aspirin.<\/p>\n

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Sure they\u00a0look <\/em>shrimpy, but under the silk blousons, jockeys are superbly conditioned athletes, sinewy and cut, with zero body fat. They are physical specimens of brute strength packed into tiny frames, because an 118 lb. weakling cannot handle a 2 year old, 1400 lb., erratic animal running at speeds up to 40 mph in tightly packed groups.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>On the racetrack, jockeys viefor the spot on the rail, their puny bodies in matchbook-thin Kevlar vests and 8 ounce helmets, waiting to be flipped over or thrown into the oncoming path of the charging herd. Thoroughbred colts are nervous, sexually perturbed, high-strung 19th-century speed machines, raring to go, literally chomping at the bit, shoved into narrow slots then released like the hounds.\u00a0They blast off, wild-eyed around the track, kicking up clouds of dirt, froth spewing from their bitted jaws. Baby horses are easily spooked, bolting, kicking, bucking and biting. A horserace is an exercise in controlled chaos, the jockey setting the pace, planning a strategy, anticipating the competitors, gauging gaps in the flow of traffic,\u00a0always a\u00a0bobble or stumble away from being tossed head over heels onto the track and into oncoming traffic.\u00a0Called the “highest risk sport for dying”, serious injury is not an \u2018if\u2019, it’s a \u2018when\u2019. Not pulled hamstrings or torn rotator cuffs, but the kind of shattering of bones, crushing of\u00a0clavicles, head and necks seen\u00a0in high-speed auto wrecks.\u00a0n 2008, jockey Tyler Blaze crushed his face and lost partial sight in one eye when a horse’s face collided with his face. Another young jockey was trampled to death by horses in a spill at the Pomona Fairplex track at the LA County Fair. A 21 year old Irish jockey was killed when he pulled up his mount and the horse swerved to the right, catapulting him out of the saddle and into a wooden stake.<\/p>\n

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The Jockeys’ Guild reports that more than 100 jockeys were killed from 1950 through the mid-1980s.\u00a0The average jockey is injured three times per year. On average, in North America, there are\u00a05.6 jockey fatalities<\/a> per year.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Unlike almost every other type of professional athlete, jockeys have no contracts (guaranteed or otherwise), and if they’re not in the money, all they get is a $150 mount fee. Jockeys have to grovel for mounts, endure being cruelly stripped of mounts, disqualified by stewards and heckled by gamblers. It’s a zero sum game that does not allow for sentiment. Hobbled and scarred, jockeys work 7 days a week with no off season, no vacation, no union, no healthcare plan or pension.\u00a0Jockeys aren’t treated anywhere near as well as the horse\u00a0and a jockey’s life\u00a0has nothing to do with the lives of the owners and trainers, or the be-hatted lunatics guzzling juleps in the Turf Club, encased in a bubble of ersatz Southern elegance.Horse racing is the dinosaur of American sporting life, and the track is a noir movie of stogie chomping wise guys, bulbous nosed codgers, “Swingers” (the movie) types, hipsters, coots, hobos, criminals, the very rich and the very poor.\u00a0A\u00a0\u00a0jockeys life is\u00a0glamor,romance and fortune, and a seedy, primordial ooze of filth and corruption.\u00a0To instinctively embrace all the\u00a0dangers and disparagement, the deprivation and the pain…..to\u00a0endure all that and triumph still, for that\u00a0defining moment when adrenaline meets\u00a0nerve and spirit,\u00a0is that thing people spend their entire lives seeking.<\/p>\n

I just love horseracing, and the jockeys are half of that. There is something about the horse and rider that is unparalleled in sports: the scary\/lethal power of the thoroughbred and its sphinx-like, candy-colored rider, moving with rhythmic grace as they fly down the yellow ribbon of the track, kicking up a rooster tail of dirt,\u00a0before exploding into the clouds.<\/p>\n

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with Laffit Pincay at Santa Anita<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

  I’m unapologetic in my love of jockeys. For you, maybe the horse is the thing. The jockeys are weird \u00a0– miniature, enigmatic humans in baggy knickers and candy colored silks. Scoffed at for their size, these humans are freaks of flexibility and endurance, shrewd tacticians with finely tuned internal clocks and almost spooky sensorial […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1166],"tags":[534,522,530,533,527,512,532,531,523,521,517,519,388,511,518,516,515,529,524,525,481,205,520,526,513,514,528],"class_list":["post-3984","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-old-nag","tag-aaron-gryder","tag-channing-hill","tag-chris-herrell","tag-christopher-lamaire","tag-christopher-soumillion","tag-cute-jockeys","tag-eddie-castro","tag-eddie-joe-zambrana","tag-edgar-prado","tag-gary-stevens","tag-horse-racing-jockeys","tag-jockey-dangers","tag-jockeys","tag-jockeys-are-hot","tag-jockeys-atheltes","tag-jockeys-awesome","tag-jockeys-ripped","tag-joel-rosario","tag-kevin-krigger","tag-maxime-guyon","tag-michael-baze","tag-mike-smith-jockey","tag-racetrack-deaths","tag-stephane-pasquier","tag-steve-cauthen","tag-steve-cauthen-love","tag-william-buik"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/teensleuth.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3984","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/teensleuth.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/teensleuth.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teensleuth.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teensleuth.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3984"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/teensleuth.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3984\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19548,"href":"https:\/\/teensleuth.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3984\/revisions\/19548"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/teensleuth.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3984"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teensleuth.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3984"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/teensleuth.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3984"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}