American Pharoah races to a Preakness win and sets up a shot at the Triple Crown, all while Marlins Man watches.
Bathroom lines have reached Wrigley-esque levels at Pimlico as fans trying to relieve themselves before the Preakness Stakes have struggled with busted plumbing as a result of a water main break near the race course.
California Chrome and jockey Victor Espinoza won the Preakness Stakes today in a time of 1:54.84.
Never heard of Oxbox. Better name than Oxbow, though. Better name, now that we think of it, than Itsmyluckyday and Mylute, too.
Oxbow won the 138th running of the Preakness Stakes this evening at the Pimlico Race Course in Baltimore. Oxbow led wire to wire, and the win was a feel-good story for the jockey, Gary Stevens. Stevens, 50, retired in 2005 and worked as an analyst. He returned this January.
This is Secretariat's 1973 Preakness Stakes, somehow the least dominant of his Triple Crown races. He finished, officially, in 1:54 2/5, despite the fact that not a single timer had him clocked at that time. Now, 39 years later, the long-dead massive-hearted horse shaved more than a second off his time. He now holds…
Every morning, the fine folks at Sports Radio Interviews sift through the a.m. drive-time chatter to bring you the best interviews with coaches, players, and personalities across the sports landscape. Today: Doug O'Neill and I'll Have Another have some secrets heading to Belmont.
I'll Have Another nosed out a Preakness Stakes victory over Bodemeister with a late surge, ruining plans of a million Americans who'd scheduled something other than watching horse racing on June 9th.
What's the saying? If you'll keg stand for something, you'll fall for anything? Promoters of the Preakness Stakes must believe it. Turns out that Kegasus, spokesbeast for the Preakness and the best mascot in all of sports, is a sham.
Your morning roundup for May 22, the day some people in North Carolina started taking Pirates of the Caribbean too literally, but not in a cool swashbuckling way or anything.
All the horse races and Kegasai in the world won't bring Barbaro back, but the Preakness looks like it's fun, huh? Well technically, it looked a lot funner before the B.Y.O.B. policy broke the infield's decadent soul.
The Preakness, like all of horse racing, has a problem: no one really gives a shit anymore. It got to the point where Pimlico nearly lost the race.
On Saturday, photographer Andrew Snow and writer Alan Siegel ventured among the bottoms and bottomless mugs of beer in the Preakness infield. Their report and a gallery, after the jump.
His name is Frank Casatelli, but you know him better as the drunk guy who tried to jump from the top of one port-a-john to another at the infield at Pimlico Racetrack last year.
The Maryland Jockey Club is ending the long-standing tradition of spectators bringing their own beer onto the infield at the Preakness Stakes. We like to think we had something to do with that.