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"What The Heck Happened To Hystericalady In the Santa Monica Handicap?"
From An Open Letter To Steve Crist's
CristBlog
Cheers, Crist
You took your handicapping scalpel and
produced an exploratory incision into the patient that is Hystericalady.
How else to find out what caused her badly timed episode of sleepwalking
during the running of the Santa Monica Handicap? I applaud your keen
observation that one synthetic surface "doth not necessarily honor" the
constitution (or Newtonian laws) of another synthetic surface. After all,
we have seen the opposing faces of the Hollywood Cushion Track and its
evil twin, the notorious Santa Anita Cushion Track. The Santa Anita
Cushion Track is more alarming and unsettling than Mr. Spock with a
goatee, grinning from pointed ear to pointed ear.
I have my own theory, and it doesn't involve
evil twins. It involves basic mathematical statistics. In the statistical
universe, an overabundance of "variance" produces aberrant (unexplained)
behavior. This happens in any statistical model, whether it be a
presidential primary or a thoroughbred horse race. And Hystericalady
swallowed a triple dose of variance. First, she had only one prior race
over the Santa Anita Cushion Track surface, on October 7 of last year,
and it can be argued it was on an altogether different surface than the
abomination that serves as a racetrack today. Secondly, the October 7
race was run over a longer distance (1 1/16 miles), in fact some 21%
longer than the 7 panels of the Santa Monica. And as it turned out,
Overly Tempting made things worse by setting a nearly uncontested pace in
the Santa Monica. Thirdly, there is the 98 day layoff for Hystericalady
coming into the Santa Monica. Anything approaching 100 days or more
introduces question marks, or variance, into the interpretation of a
horse's race readiness. Even the trainer may not have a clue! And if you
want a fourth reason, it is the co-existence (or "covariance") of all
these issues happening at once. It's a bit of a witch's brew, and it's a
concoction designed to choke the life out of dedicated "bridge-jumpers."
Still, all in all, Hystericalady should have
won, and she should have been a near certainty to finish third or better.
Personally, I enjoy these weird occurrences. It stimulates the old gray
matter, and mine needs a lot of stimulation these days.
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