I felt I had plenty of room when I started up in there. Just about the eighth pole, the outside horse came over. He was about four wide, five wide. When I come off the turn and come over, I had no room. It cost me the race.

After we got going, I just found myself in front. I had to work for it some, but he was up to the task. He just ran and ran and ran. He's some horse.

I'm just happy to be able to participate, much less win two and then accept the Bill Shoemaker Award. It's beyond my wildest dreams.

I don't know what happened; he was just flat.

This is icing on the cake. I couldn't ask for anything more. I feel like crying right now ... I wondered if I'd ever ride again. To be in this position, I can't explain it.

He felt good, he acted like he always does and he actually left the gate wonderful. But when it came time to run he just wasn't there. He must have woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

She wasn't quite all there for me today. She wanted to do too much early. If I could have kept her bottled up early on, she would have had some more punch for the lane.

He came up firing but them came up empty. He was just flat.

He was looking at everything.