The implication is that Sellers is "timid," a dirty word at the racetrack because sporting horsemen cannot abide a jockey's reluctance to get himself killed. Sellers knows about that. "I was never timid," Sellers says. "I was cautious, or too polite, or whatever you want to call it. Like if there was a space where only one horse could go through, and I thought I didn't have that much horse left, I'd let the other guy go through.
"But no more. If anybody gets to a hole before I do, he's got to beat me to it. The hell with being polite. I want these people to know that when they put me on a horse they get the best ride they can get. I've decided in the last year or so that I have to be more aggressive. I don't mean I'm going to do anything on the track to get myself set down for 10 days or get into a fight in the jocks' room, necessarily. But I have to convince them that I'm mean enough to get the job done."
Sellers is getting the job done. If Duane Murty keeps hustling, and the luck isn't bad, and Sellers keeps getting meaner, the moving finger may have to write more about 1965 than the fact that the Yankees didn't win the pennant. It may have to point out that it was the year Willie Shoemaker didn't make the most money.