The Florida breeze soughing in the pines by the stable at 7:30 a.m. was damp, and the bent old man in the high-top black shoes wore a sweater under his coat. He sat on a folding chair in the center of a walking ring at Hialeah and watched with faded blue eyes as the boys cooled his horses after their workouts. At 85, hunched by spinal arthritis and wracked by asthma. Sunny Jim ("Mr. Fitz") Fitzsimmons last week was starting the 76th year of one of racing's most remarkable careers. "The day I got...
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