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Robert Toll was not immediately available to comment, but a spokeswoman, Kira McCarron, says his stock sales are normally done for "diversification" reasons, to lower risk in his personal investment portfolio...
...broke out between her and Bob Baffert, who trains Derby hopeful Captain Steve. Baffert, the silver-haired and mean-mouthed bad guy of racing (of a fellow trainer who suffered from Bell's Palsy, Baffert once commented, "He talks like Mister Magoo"), slighted Sahadi when he asked jockey Chris McCarron, who rides The Deputy, "Who's training this horse, you or Jenine?" Sahadi laughed last when The Deputy pasted Captain Steve by six lengths, and quickly became the media darling to Baffert's villain...
What do you do when the Queen of England announces she'll be popping in for a spot of tea? Dust off the best china, brew up some Tetley's and just hope the phalanx of security men waiting outside don't trample the petunias. For Susan McCarron, seated left, the Glasgow housewife tapped to entertain the Queen last week, the encounter went off without a hitch. Though the Queen declined to shed her coat and hat and politely refused a chocolate biscuit, McCarron pronounced the monarch "easy to talk to" and "very nice." The painstakingly staged 15-minute visit...
...flooded with Chinese goods. This year Louisiana fishermen were severely hurt when the Chinese undersold Louisiana-harvested crawfish 40% to 50% per lb. At the supermarket, people wondered aloud how the Chinese could possibly make a profit. I fear they are using political prisoners and virtual slave labor. MARTA MCCARRON Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Both Jockey Chris McCarron, 32, and Trainer Jack Van Berg, 50, are accomplished men who lacked only racing's crowning credit. McCarron felt blessed to be on any horse in any race. Last October he broke his leg four ways in a fearsome crack-up at Santa Anita, and when Alysheba commenced clipping Bet Twice's heels with three-sixteenths of a mile to go, the rider looked sure to take another fall. "I thought I was gone," he said. Somehow McCarron was still astride and suddenly even ahead. "C'mon, wire," he prayed. "Quick...