Rick Dutrow, Jr., trainer of Big Brown and known sufferer of Verbal Diarrhea Disorder (VDD), took his last opportunity in the limelight before horse racing gets tossed back into the media hamper for another nine months to blame someone else for Big Brown’s lost Triple Crown package delivery Saturday.
Since the owners pay his salary and the tracks let him train and could offer him paydays down the road, he lashed out at the only safe target: the jockey. Jockey Kent Desormeaux pulled Big Brown up to avoid hurting the horse after finding no final kick in the beast. After the race, Desormeaux said, “I had no horse. He was empty.”
Dutrow’s response? “I don’t see the horse with a problem, so I have to direct my attention toward the ride. That’s all I can come up with.”
We’ll take “the horse didn’t work out for three weeks before the longest race of its life” for $100,000, Alex.
We haven’t heard one nice word about Dutrow over the last week from noted horse racing writers. Andy Beyer sounded like Dutrow had turned his Belmont-sized gardenia bed and turned it into his own personal compost heap by his actions before and after the race.
We withheld comment two weeks ago in hopes of finding one of those colorful gems of sports we often miss for all the desire to fit in. Instead, we suspect we’ve found what Beyer suggested all along: a Big Brown turd.