He said no. The fractions in the Travers, they were walking....

He said no. The fractions in the Travers, they were walking. It was a race from the half-mile pole. If he ran in the King's Bishop, he'd have hooked up with Lost in the Fog and he'd gotten his butt run off for seven furlongs. It was sitting there waiting to happen. The one thing that beat us more than anything was time.