At last season’s Fasig-Tipton Florida sale, I ran into racing monarch Frank Stronach and was honored with a few minutes of his time. On that evening, he outlined his vision of the inaugural Pegasus World Cup, which was to be held one year hence. Mr. Stronach’s vision crystallized in the moment that California Chrome strutted into Gulfstream Park’s walking ring ahead of the inaugural Pegasus. Engulfed by a backdrop of humanity, the champion was greeted by a rousing welcome from the crowd and I must admit, I felt myself get goosebumps and even a touch weepy. And why not? Yes, I am an industry professional, and have been for many years now, but I am also a fan. It was that moment that I not only understood, but in fact felt the spirit in which the race was conceived. While the final act did not shine favorably on the outgoing champion, it certainly paved the way for a new rising star.

The Pegasus itself turned out to be a formful race for the most part, with the sole exception being California Chrome’s inexplicably dull performance. While Arrograte continued to take things with his customary ease and grace, Chrome didn’t pack the same punch we have become accustomed to enjoying. Whether it was a signal that he would rather be canoodling with high-class and well-bred mares or simply had an off day, many thought it to be a somewhat anti-climactic end to a fairytale run for the champ. Personally, I felt it represented the passing of the torch from the old guard to the new, ushering in the latest era of racing’s newest celebrity. Whatever the interpretation, one thing remains clear: the lofty vision Frank Stronach dreamed of all those months ago came to fruition in grand style on the back of a winged horse.