We had all been here before. Six years ago, on a Churchill Downs racing surface the consistency of peanut butter and under skies the color of slate, we watched trainer Bill Mott walk triumphantly through the mud and into the Kentucky Derby winner’s circle. Saturday night, on another raw and foggy day, here came Mott again, across the sticky slop once again, on top of the racing world.
And yet these two triumphs were markedly different experiences.
