Even the most die-hard racing fans were starting to lose hope. It had been thirty-seven years since there had been a Triple Crown winner, and with each passing year, there was talk that there might never be another. Here we were, over a decade into the twenty-first century with no equine rock star. A few had come close: last year's almost-winner, California Chrome and his unusual band of owners, who had dubbed themselves the Dumbass Partners...Smarty Jones...I'll Have Another...Funny Cide...War Emblem...Big Brown. Only twelve horses in the history of the Triple Crown have won all three races. Forty-seven have won the first two races, the Kentucky Derby and the Preakness. Twenty-three went on, only to fail in the Belmont Stakes.
And then came American Pharoah, the quirky horse with the misspelled name (somebody alert the Grammar Nazis!) and the short tail (due to a bite from a stablemate), proving it can still be done and inspiring the dreams of owners, trainers, jockeys and racing fans everywhere. Dreams can and do still come true!
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