Thoroughbred racing is an old man's game. The bettors who stand in the shade at the front of Gulfstream Park's clubhouse or saunter through the paddock, looking for telltale signs in the horses that are being saddled for the next race, are mostly in their 60s and 70s. They're in shorts and golf caps or pastel slacks and polo shirts -- the wardrobe of the honorably retired. Some of them proudly display emblems from encounters with Lady Luck: a T-shirt from Churchill Downs or a cap with "Aqueduct" embroidered across the... More >>>