Gary Stevens isn't a jockey. He's a miracle man. If somebody names a horse Lourdes, Stevens has to be the rider.
One day, he will be racing behind a wall of horses and, instead of maneuvering around, he will just wave his hand and they will part like the Red Sea.
This year's Breeders' Cup, racing's annual lottery ticket, was laid out nicely for Stevens.
He would be in a broadcast booth, using his considerable expertise and credibility for millions of viewers and listeners. He did, after all, win both big races in last year's Breeders' Cup, the Distaff and the Classic.
He could wax philosophical, point out nuances and not even get mud on his shoes. Most important,...