"I go to the Kentucky Derby, I win in a thriller. I go to the Preakness, I'm six wide on the final turn, and I still blow everybody away. On Saturday, I can become the first horse in 20 years to win the Triple damn Crown, and people are riding me!"
See, those are the jockeys.
"Not the jockeys! All these turf writers! They're saying I'm a fluke, a joke, a disgrace! The way these guys talk, I oughta be in Tijuana, wearing a straw hat and pulling tourists around for photos and tips! O.K., a lot of the good three-year-olds were hurt this season. It's not like they did it playing cribbage. I ran the same races they ran. Durability oughta count for something, right?"
Seems to in other sports.
"I mean, I ain't Mr. Ed here!"
Well, there are certain similarities.
"They talk about my 0-6 start. They rag on my $17,000 price tag. They say I'm ugly."
They do call you Fish, don't they, because as a yearling you looked so narrow from straight on and your hooves turned out like fins?
"Hey! You rent that forehead out for billboards?"