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Said Rogers: “If he does get excited, we just ride him in little circles, until he feels secure.”
The doctor had no qualms about starting him over timber. “He’s a typical timber-type horse; long and lanky,” he explained. So in September 1988, Imperial Mom took a stab at the sticks. The place: Fairfax, in the 3-mile Bowman Bowl. The result: An impressive second place to Dr. Fusco, in which he also edged Uncle Merlin, who would go on to win the 1989 Maryland Hunt Cup. Lurking just off the pace, Imperial Mom was on the verge of establishing a style that would see him migrating to the front and staying there.
“He’s happiest at a good clip, and he can carry a pace,” Rogers said. “He’s not got a lot of Finishing speed, so he has to win his race out in the country early on,” Cockbum added.
At Morven Park that October, things didn’t go so smoothly. Left at the start with almost half a mile to make up, Imperial Mom put in an incredible performance that was a testament to his depth of heart. By the second lap, he had overtaken everyone, only to run
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