My $50,000 Year at the Races
By Andrew Beyer
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In 1977, before he was known as the creator of “The Beyer Speed Figure,” Andrew Beyer set out on a gambling odyssey, determined to prove himself as a horseplayer. He would marshal all his handicapping skills for assaults on four racetracks: Gulfstream Park, Pimlico, Saratoga, and the Barrington Fair.
The then thirty-three-year-old Harvard dropout had the credentials for this undertaking: two years earlier, his book Picking Winners had won a claim from bettors and critics alike. But the theory of handicapping and the practice of it are two very different things, and Beyer did all he could to prepare himself for this new challenge. He consulted with other professional horseplayers. He undertook detailed analyses of trainers and their methods. He refined his speed-handicapping techniques. He developed a revolutionary method for evaluating horses shipped from one track to another. He formulated a bold betting strategy. During the year, he experienced the dizzying thrill of winning more than $10,000 in an afternoon, and agonizing frustration that drove him to bash a hole in the wall of the Gulfstream Park press box. When it was over, Beyer had amassed a profit of $50,664.
His account of the year offers a rare, unromanticized look at the world of professional gambling. For horseplayers who have dreamed of beating the races, he proves that the dream is, sometimes, attainable. And he explains, in specific detail, how it can be done. There are no gimmicks in My $50,000 Year at the Races. Instead, there is a proven method of beating the races—and Andrew Beyer’s marvelously entertaining story of how he put it in practice.
Andrew Beyer
ANDREW BEYER thoroughly revolutionized handicapping when he created his “Beyer Speed Figures,” a measure of how fast a horse has run in a given race, and an indispensable tool for horseplayers. Andrew Beyer is the author of four books on racing and wasThe Washington Post's horse racing columnist from 1978 to his retirement in 2016. In 2017 he was presented with the Eclipse Award of Merit, the highest honor bestowed by the Thoroughbred industry. ,
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My $50,000 Year at the Races - Andrew Beyer
Copyright © 1978 by Andrew Beyer
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The Library of Congress has cataloged the print edition as follows:
Beyer, Andrew.
My $50,000 year at the races.
1. Horse race betting—United States. 2. Beyer, Andrew. 3. Gamblers—United States—Biography.
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To Ann
Acknowledgments
I am deeply indebted to the Washington Star and former sports editor David Burgin, who permitted (and even encouraged) me to combine my newspaper duties with my peripatetic gambling.
I also wish to thank David Obst and Dan Okrent, who conceived this book; Tom Stewart, who edited it; Dick White, who offered valuable comments on the manuscript; and the Kid, without whose assistance I would not have experienced a $50,000 year at the races.
1
Charting My Course
When I started playing the horses, I often dreamed about being a great professional gambler. This was more than a materialistic goal; it was a romantic vision. A man who could live by his wits at the racetrack would have the most independent, exhilarating, satisfying existence that I could imagine.
By the start of 1977, my fantasy had become a real possibility. I had already paid my tuition as a student of handicapping for many years. I had bet avidly, and lost consistently, while I grew up in Erie, Pennsylvania, attended Harvard, served in the Army, and worked as a sportswriter in Washington, D.C. Finally, in 1970, I achieved my first breakthrough. After making more than a hundred trips to the track, after devoting practically all of my mental energy to the Racing Form, after pushing nearly $20,000 through the betting windows, I showed a profit of $99.60. No matter that my hourly return was less than that of the average migrant farmworker; I could (and often did) proudly say that I beat the races.
Over the next few years I continued to beat them steadily enough so that I felt qualified to write a book on handicapping, Picking Winners: A Horseplayer’s Guide. But my pride in my own modest accomplishments was beginning to turn into frustration. I thought that I should be able to win $50,000 in a year and prove that I could make a good living at the track. Instead, I had won slightly less than $10,000 in my very best year, which hardly certified me as a legendary high-rolling gambler and didn’t even justify the enormous amount of time I invested in handicapping. I felt like a track star who can run a mile in 4:02 and knows that somewhere within himself he has the potential to break four minutes and join the elite. But how does he bridge that gap?
I wasn’t sure, but I was determined to try. I wanted to make an all-out effort to realize my full potential as a horseplayer. And I would never find a more auspicious time to do it than 1977. I possessed a healthy bankroll; I was free of financial pressures and responsibilities; I had a job as the horse-racing columnist for the Washington Star which allowed me to go to the track wherever and whenever I wanted.
But before I could undertake this serious gambling venture, I had to understand the reasons why my past successes had been so limited. And I had to formulate an intelligent strategy for the year ahead. So I turned for guidance to the only gambler I knew who had achieved the goal for which I was striving.
Charlie had grown up in a lower-middle-class New York neighborhood where playing the horses was a way of life. He was probably not endowed with significantly greater intellectual gifts than the pals with whom he cut classes in order to play the daily double at Aqueduct. But Charlie had become a paragon of the professional horseplayer. Even in the jealous little world of the racetrack, he commanded the respect of everyone who had ever watched him operate.
Is there anything,
I asked him, that you and all the other pros in New York have in common?
His answer was a revelation. One thing,
Charlie said. We’re all specialists. I know one guy who does nothing but bet horses who have been running in sprints on the main track and now are going a distance on the grass for the first time. He doesn’t get many plays, but he wins enough of them to make money. There’s another bettor here who only plays maiden two-year-old races according to the prices that the horses were sold for as yearlings. It sounds crazy, but he makes it work.
Charlie, too, was a specialist. He knew how to watch the post parade and tell which horses were ready for a maximum performance. He knew how to watch races and observe things that no one else could see. He would judge horses according to his own very subjective visual impressions. A few times a year, he would find a situation where a horse had impressed him in his previous races, looked good on the track, and was entered under optimal conditions. From these rare situations, Charlie would earn his livelihood. He had no desire to broaden his handicapping skills. I’ve got a good thing going for me,
he said, and I don’t want to tamper with it.
Charlie had become an extraordinarily successful professional gambler because he recognized his own narrow areas of expertise and capitalized on them. I had not. I had begun my handicapping career the way most people do, looking for some universal formula that would produce nine winners a day. And I never quite relinquished the hope that I could master every facet of the game. After Picking Winners was published, my ego was so inflated that I refused to acknowledge my own shortcomings as a horseplayer. I wanted to use every handicapping tool and master every type of race. I paid for my hubris. I was like a good singles hitter in baseball who suddenly gets delusions of grandeur, starts swinging in vain for the fences, and then finds that he can’t even hit singles any more.
After my conversation with Charlie, I finally realized that there is nothing shameful about winning money with limited, specialized skills. So I took an inventory of my handicapping methods, looked back over my past triumphs and failures, and identified my own strengths. Obviously, I wasn’t about to ignore the fundamentals of the game, but I wanted my serious bets to be grounded in one of the three areas of handicapping where I felt confident of my ability.
Speed Figures. I became a winning horseplayer when I discovered speed handicapping, a technique as intellectually stimulating as it is profitable.
I was enthralled by the mathematics involved in expressing a horse’s performance as an unequivocal figure. I translated the time of his race into a numerical rating. To this I added the track variant—the product of some elaborate calculations—which indicated the inherent speed of the racing surface over which the horse had competed. The resultant figure gave me a whole new way of looking at the sport.
Never again would I have to judge a horse with such crude yardsticks as the class in which he competed and the number of lengths by which he was beaten. Now I could say that Horse A had earned figures of 82, 86. 84 in his last three starts. Horse B had run 79, 88, 78. So I would prefer Horse A unless I saw a reason why B was likely to duplicate his next-to-last performance.
When I started using figures I was dazzled by horses who had run extraordinarily well in their most recent race. But I soon found that speed handicapping is most effective when one horse has earned consistently higher figures than the other horses in the field. If I locate an animal whose last three or four performances are better than the last three or four races of all his opponents, I know from experience that he has a solid 70 or 80 percent probability of winning. There is no more reliable type of bet.
As I played horses like this in the early 1970s, I felt like a practitioner of an occult art. At that time most horseplayers were skeptical about the utility of speed handicapping; no book had ever explained how to make figures. So I was able to collect big prices on outstanding horses that the public overlooked.
Those glorious days are gone. Picking Winners and other books helped create a legion of new speed handicappers. Hucksters are advertising figures-by-mail services. And almost all horseplayers have increased their awareness of the importance of the times of races. This is unfortunate, because in order to win significantly a gambler has to stay a step ahead of the general public.
But while the payoffs on figure horses have decreased in recent years, I observed one common situation in which most speed handicappers went wrong. If a Maryland horse figured strongly in a race at Bowie, the people there would bet him accordingly. But if the same animal were shipped to Aqueduct and entered against a weak field, he would be overlooked. Speed handicappers can make figures for the horses at the track they follow, but they don’t know how to evaluate an out-of-towner.
If I could calculate figures that were interchangeable from track to track, if I could predict how fast the Bowie horse was going to run at Aqueduct, I would possess a powerful handicapping tool. Its uses could be far-reaching. One of the most bewildering periods on the national racing calendar is the start of the midwinter Florida season, when the ranks of the local horses are suddenly invaded by stables from New York. Nobody knows how to compare the two groups with any precision, but with a sophisticated set of figures, I could. I did not know how I would calculate them, but I knew that if I could find the answer, I would not have to worry about making a profit in 1977.
Trainer Patterns. Some of my most rewarding days as a bettor have come not from understanding horses, but from understanding the men who train them. The trainer always plays a fairly important role in the outcome of a race, but sometimes his methods are so overwhelmingly significant that they render every other handicapping factor irrelevant.
In Picking Winners I cited Allen Jerkens as a trainer who occasionally merits an automatic bet. Jerkens is astonishingly effective when he acquires a horse privately; he transformed Prove Out and Group Plan from run-of-the-mill allowance runners into stakes stars almost overnight. He is also a master at taking a sprinter and turning him into a distance runner. His sprinter Onion upset Secretariat at a mile and one-eighth; his speedster Beau Purple beat Kelso three times.
During the winter of 1976, I was enjoying a week’s vacation at Hialeah when I encountered the archetypal Jerkens horse. Love Bird had been a nondescript sprinter under a different trainer the previous year, but now Jerkens had taken over his management. He gave the horse a pair of one-mile workouts, which suggested that he was aiming for a distance race. Next he entered Love Bird in a six-furlong race, which could not have been his principal objective, and the horse finished out of the money. After that, Jerkens worked him a mile again. And finally he entered Love Bird in a cheap allowance race at a mile and one-eighth on the grass. To a student of the Racing Form unfamiliar with the trainer, Love Bird was a horse with a dismal record and no prospects for any immediate improvement. But to an admirer of Jerkens. he was a fabulous betting opportunity. In view of the trainer’s long-established record of success under similar circumstances, I thought that Love Bird had an even-money chance to win. After he led all the way at 13 to 1,1 was flying to New York the next day for a shopping spree at Cartier’s.
I knew only one other trainer whom I could bet with the same blind faith that I bet Jerkens. Although few horseplayers would recognize his name, the Fat Man is the most astute crook in American racing. He evidently devotes his life to executing one or two great betting coups a year, and he almost never fails. A horseplayer-sleuth could profit handsomely by following all of his intricate, larcenous machinations. I planned to follow the Fat Man very closely during 1977.
But there had to be other men who were similarly efficient with their own specialties. Trainers who score regularly with first-time starters. Trainers who win consistently with horses who have been laid off. Trainers who always win when they drop a horse in class sharply. It is not easy to identify these men. The only way to find out who they are and what they do is through hours of drudgery. I was going to have to burrow through stacks of old Racing Forms, look for horses who had won under interesting or unusual circumstances, and then analyze the overall record of their trainers to learn if they had a consistent method of operation. I would probably have to travel down a hundred blind alleys before I found one reliable trainer pattern. But if I could locate just one or two men who were as reliable as Jerkens—and, preferably, more obscure—I would be amply rewarded for my labors.
Track Biases. During August and September of 1976, I had an unparalleled opportunity to make a fortune. I did not take advantage of it.
I spent four weeks at Saratoga, where the racing surface was like two different tracks in one. The rail was so hard and fast that the horse who got the lead on the inside won almost automatically. Horses who tried to rally on the outside foundered in the deeper going. But when the New York horse population moved back downstate to Belmont Park, the game changed so drastically that one friend of mine