The fillies have completely taken over horse racing. There’s no other way to put it. Blind Luck and Havre de Grace. Goldikova. Stacelita. Winter Memories. Turbulent Descent. Inglorious. Zazu. Young Ann of the Dance, a daughter of English Channel, taking Arlington’s boys by storm.

And now, fresh from Saratoga, a trio of spectacular juveniles with futures so bright it hurts to look at them. Millionreasonswhy, daughter of Grand Slam. My Miss Aurelia, by Smart Strike. And Stopshoppingmaria, the powerful daughter of Halo’s line through More Than Ready. I should mention that these are pedigrees that fascinate me, in the context of the fillies in question being so young. Grand Slam isn’t a name one usually associates with powerful two-year-olds. Smart Strike has had very few foals, with the notable exception of Lookin at Lucky, perform at the highest level so soon. And though More Than Ready has had his share of top juveniles (Ready’s Image and More Than Real spring to mind), how often do you see a filly this good, this young bred on the cross of Halo and Buckpasser? It boggles the mind.

A hopeful part of me wants to celebrate and declare that the old blood is returning. The great lines of Hail to Reason, Prince John, Turn-To, Damascus and Graustark, the ones who ran forever. That maybe through all this mess of synthetic surfaces, medication and soft horses, the gems are finding their way to the top. A second part of me is fascinated by the sexual dimorphism on display of late. Why is it that the fillies flourish so, while the male divisions, save for a few diamonds, wilt and wither? Why do Blind Luck and Goldikova roar across the track time and time again, regardless of the distance each must travel in order to do so, while Animal Kingdom and Tapizar (remember him?) drop like flies?

Uncle Mo I must exclude from this. He exists still on a plane of his own, where colts show in grade ones while their livers burst with infection, and must not be lumped together with the mortals, not unless he completely falls apart in his return in the King’s Bishop, which I believe may put on display a spark of the extraordinary. But meanwhile, it is the fairer sex which dominates the sport while the colts and geldings and stallions fall short.

You go, girls.