After two miles the field remained a moving mass of color, half a dozen horses still in contention coming up to the final hedges of the $50,000 Temple Gwathmey, the richest steeplechase in the world. Then, as if he were tired of company, a steel-muscled brute named Neji shouldered his all-but-impossible impost of 173 lbs., sailed over the last jump like a larking colt, sprinted down the Belmont stretch and won by seven lengths.
The performance was no surprise to anyone−not to the chalk players who had watched Neji win Belmont's Grand National just...
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