Well now, let me tell ya ’bout this fella, Brian Hernandez, the jockey. Folks keep talkin’ ’bout him, so I figured I’d spill the beans the way I see it.
Brian Hernandez, that horse ridin’ fella, he’s been winnin’ races left and right, seems like. Heard tell he won somethin’ called the Kentucky Derby, that’s a big deal, they say. Rode a horse named Mystik Dan, squeezed him right through a tight spot, just like a mouse in a corn crib, and bam! They won! Fast as a greased pig, that horse was.
- Kentucky Derby Winner: Rode Mystik Dan to victory.
- Big Races Won: Won the Kentucky Oaks too, with a filly named Thorpedo Anna.
- Family of Jockeys: His daddy, brother, and sister, they all ride horses too, down in Louisiana.
Now, this Hernandez fella, he’s got horse ridin’ in his blood, I reckon. His daddy, he was a jockey too, and his brother and sister, they’re ridin’ horses down in Louisiana. Started ridin’ winners way back in 2003, little whippersnapper he was then, I bet. He’s been at it a good long while now.
Folks say he won that Kentucky Derby in a real nail-bitin’ finish. Squeezed that horse through a hole you couldn’t fit a fat hen through, and then that horse just took off like a scalded dog. Must’ve been somethin’ to see. And that wasn’t the only big race he won. He also won some other race, the Kentucky Oaks they call it, with a girl horse, Thorpedo Anna. Two big wins, same year! That’s like findin’ a double yolked egg every mornin’ for a week!
Some trouble with the rules, though. Seems like they slapped him with a penalty for somethin’ he did ridin’ that Thorpedo Anna horse. Don’t rightly know what it was all about, but them horse racin’ folks got rules for everything, like a church lady’s got rules for Sunday dinner.
He won another race too, the Southwest, with Mystik Dan. Owners were some fellas named Gasaway and Hamby, first time they ever won the Derby, so they were probably happier than a hog in slop. This Hernandez fella, he knows how to get those horses runnin’, that’s for sure. He’s got the touch, like my grandma had for makin’ biscuits.
Now, I heard somethin’ funny, this Hernandez fella, they invited him to the White House, you know, where the president lives, but he said, “If I wanted to stare at a horse’s ass, I would have finished second.” Can you believe that? Guess he ain’t one for fancy shindigs. He’d rather be out there with the horses, I reckon. Just like me, I’d rather be in my garden than sittin’ in some stuffy parlor.
This Brian Hernandez, he’s a real horseman, plain and simple. He ain’t afraid to get his hands dirty, and he knows how to win. And that’s all there is to it, as far as I’m concerned. He’s a hard worker, and he gets the job done. Reminds me of the old days, when folks worked hard and didn’t complain much.
He’s got that jockey magic, the way some folks have a knack for growin’ tomatoes or fixin’ a broken fence. He just knows what to do, and the horses, they seem to know it too. They trust him, I guess, just like a dog trusts its master. That’s important, you know, trust. You can’t get a horse to run if it don’t trust you.
So that’s the story of Brian Hernandez, the jockey, as best as I can tell it. He’s a winner, that’s for sure, and he ain’t afraid to speak his mind. And in my book, that’s a good thing. Just a good ol’ boy who knows his horses and rides ‘em fast. That’s all there is to it, plain and simple.
