I’m actually talking about some props for that li’l ol’ horse from New Mexico, the one with the crusty cowboy trainer on crutches . . . that’s right, Mine That Bird.

Yes, the filly won the Preakness. Yes, she’s a pretty amazing young gal, who proved herself better than the boyz.

But, hey, we knew all that, didn’t we?

Mine That Bird captures the Greatest Two Minutes In Racing, then, two weeks later, is almost a forgotten thoroughbred. The racing public went Rodney Dangerfield on the horse that wore the roses.

Not sure exactly why. Sure Calvin Borel generated perhaps the greatest ride ever on a Derby winner. (The Shoe was plenty nifty on Ferdinand, but this was mo’ special.) But it’s one thing to get the horse on the rail with a clear path to the finish line. And another for the horse to kick in the after burners, like Mine That Bird did on the First Saturday in May, blasting his way to the W.

So, I guess we all kind of misunderestimated the feistiness of Mine That Bird, who, with a new boy aboard, almost stole the thunder yesterday of that superduperfilly. Another unbelievable, perhaps more unbelievable than the Derby, stretch run.

So, hey, good for Rachel Alexandra. Good for Mine That Bird. Good for the Belmont . . . maybe. Good for racing.

– Seedy K