Grand, annual, and elegantly equine

July 18, 2010|John Powers, Globe Staff
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Sooner or later every name horse seems to take the line at Saratoga: War Admiral, Seabiscuit, Whirlaway, Native Dancer, Kelso, Buckpasser, Jaipur, Damascus, Forego, Affirmed, Cigar, Curlin. Rachel Alexandra’s appearance was heralded by “Run Like a Girl’’ banners throughout downtown and the roar of the crowd when she stepped onto the track startled her so much that jockey Calvin Borel had to jump off.

Yet what makes Saratoga special, more than its pedigree, is its intimacy and accessibility. Early risers can claim a picnic table by plunking down their belongings, walk across the street to take in morning workouts with the railbirds at the Oklahoma track, wander around the stables where top trainers like Bob Baffert, D. Wayne Lukas, Nick Zito, and Steve Asmussen hang out, then head back for breakfast.

You can soak up Saratoga’s essence without ever entering the grandstand, and thousands do. There are betting windows in the backyard along with TV screens showing the races. And since the pathway from the paddock to the track crosses the lawn, spectators easily can check out the thoroughbreds before putting their money down.

Though the dress code is seasonably casual, suits and jackets (ties requested) and dresses and pantsuits are required for the box seats where the Whitneys and Vanderbilts and Phippses long ago set the sartorial tone. If it’s August, the horsey set still can be found in Saratoga, where summer officially ends on Labor Day. That just happens to be the last time that a gentleman fashionably can wear seersucker.

John Powers can be reached at jpowers@globe.com.

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