The mere mention of the great Mellon turf horse Fort Marcy brings to mind a story
told to me by an old gambling buddy. More than anything else, it is a story about
fathers and sons.
Its 1971, and my friend Jeff is 16. Since these things tend to be hereditary, Jeff
is going to the track for the first time with his dad. Jeff\'s dad liked to play
chalk, heavily, and the chalk in the feature (the Bowling Green Handicap) that day
was Fort Marcy. According to Jeff, his dad went for the whole chunk on Fort Marcy;
this was a little before my time but it is entirely possible that WPS wagering was
the only wagering offered at NYRA at the time. Almost as an afterthought, Jeff\'s
dad gave him $5 to bet on whoever he wanted to. Jeff bet his $5 on the very classy
turf mare Drumtop.
The way Jeff tells the story is probably better than the truth. Jeff recalls being
despondent as Drumtop dropped back in the field (Jeff telling the story is fun,
because he does a pretty good Fred Capossela imitation). Jeff describes Drumtop
coming alive in the stretch, and Jeff booting him home for all he was worth. (I
have seen this act from Jeff countless times...screaming, fingers snapping,
veins nearly bursting,flailing the program like a whip, etc. Highly likely that he
was screaming right in his dad\'s ear as Drumtop rallied for the win.) Jeff cashed
his $5 win bet (and the odds could not have been that high, because research shows
that Drumtop had just beaten Fort Marcy at Hialeah). Jeff\'s dad lost the whole
chunk. The silence on the ride home was significant.
Jeff never went to the races with his dad again, though 5 years after Drumtop\'s
victory they almost ran into each other at Belmont, except that Jeff\'s dad saw his
son and walked quickly in the other direction.
More Mellon: Drumtop ended up in the Mellon/ Rokeby broodmare band in Virginia,
(if you cant beat em, buy em) producing Topsider, who I believe held the Saratoga
track record at 6-1/2 furlongs for a few years.
Magic, the temptation to engage in some word play involving the words
\"philanthropist\" and \"philanderer\" is certainly there, but I could never outdo a
former co worker who called his dad a \"philaunderer\", meaning that he enjoyed
flirting with women at the neighborhood laundromat.