The Messenger Stakes at Long Island's Roosevelt Raceway is contested each year by the best 3-year-olds in the nation as the final leg of pacing's Triple Crown. In most years the triple is not accomplished, but this year was different. The Messenger wasn't merely a race, it was a coronation. The idea on Saturday night was not really to see who would win. Barring bolts from above, everybody knew in advance—which is why a $2 bet on the winner returned only $2.20.
The idea last weekend was to bestow formally the crown of All-Time Greatness on Niatross, certifying him absolutely, undeniably and incontrovertibly as the best standardbred in the 174-year history of the sport in America. "Draw a picture of the perfect horse, then describe him," says one horseman. "What you'll have is Niatross."
It was his Messenger triumph that finally confirmed this perfect horse as better than Dan Patch of the early 1900s, better than Greyhound in the '30s, better than Bret Hanover, who won 35 races in a row in the middle '60s. Veteran trainer-driver Billy Haughton insists, "To say Niatross is the greatest ever takes nothing away from the others."
Indeed, in a sport in which it is impossible to get a consensus on anything, including whether the sun is shining, there is now no dispute—save from a very few oldtimers who defend past greats with increasing vigor as the bar bill grows—that Niatross represents the very best the sport has ever produced.
To celebrate this greatness, Roosevelt shot off a fireworks display while the colt, whose syndication for stud makes him worth an estimated $20 million, stood in the winner's circle. The flashes and the noise spooked him. He jumped, and when he came down on his left front hoof, he sprung his shoe. That didn't hurt anything, but it was a little like Miss America showing up with a run in her panty hose. Besides, Niatross was covered with mud from the soft track. Elsie Berger, who is a vigorous 71 and owns a quarter of Niatross, was oblivious to petty defects and could only gasp, "Isn't he a regal-looking colt?"
He is, and no amount of mud can hide his class. He holds five world records. On five occasions he broke his own world marks. He has done the fastest race mile ever in harness history, a 1:52[4/5] clocking in Syracuse, in August. This year he has won $1,220,657, more than any standardbred, and $102,867 more than Spectacular Bid, the king of the thoroughbreds. Niatross' career winnings are $1,825,556, tops for a North American harness horse, surpassing Rambling Willie, who took eight years to earn his loot.
Said Lou Guida, who heads a syndicate that owns one-half of the horse, "He is the elite of the elite. There is no contest between Niatross and any other horse that has ever lived. Just look at him. See, he knows he's godly, he knows he's majestic."
Earlier this month in Lexington, Ky., Niatross negotiated a time-trial mile in 1:49[1/5], smashing the mark of 1:52 set by Steady Star in 1971. Grown men cried when he did it. And this in a sport where going one-fifth of a second faster than another horse is a big deal. Ed Freidberg, a prominent harness owner, says, "This horse skipped a couple of generations. He might go 1:45. For all he has done, we still don't know his ultimate potential." Delvin Miller, one of the sport's patriarchs, says, "I watch him and he looks like a rocket. He doesn't even act like he's pacing fast when he is flying. Look, you just don't break records by three seconds." Right, it was by only 2[4/5].
In winning the Messenger, Niatross had the lead by the eighth pole, stayed six feet and more away from the rail, where the muck was the worst, and got home laughing, two easy lengths ahead of Tyler B, in 1:59[3/5]. None of the winner's six competitors had a chance in what amounted to just another day at the office for Niatross. Clint Galbraith, the trainer-driver who owns the final 25% of Niatross, said, "I thought the race was over once I got to the top. You have proved over and over you're the best, you think you're the best, but something could happen. Hell, anything can happen." But on the night of the coronation, nothing did.
So how did this superstar arrive on harness racing's doorstep? Elsie Berger thinks it was her prayers that did it. Galbraith is more inclined to credit breeding and good training. The colt's sire is Albatross, and his grandsire is Meadow Skipper, both top racehorses and now superlative sires.