Secretariat

Rock sat on press row at a college basketball game at Florida International in Miami beside a young writer named Troy from the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette.
As Troy made out with an older woman, who leaned over from the court across his laptop, Rock tried to count the bills in his wallet. He pulled out one that was severely damaged and turned to the crowd of writers around him to ask if they thought it would still spend. He recognized one of them from a trip he had made to Miami fifteen years earlier.
"You've worked here a long time, haven't you?" Rock said.
He was disappointed the writer showed no sign of recognition.
Shortly thereafter he was at a horse race, which was apparently significant. There were only three very old horses in the field, but one was Secretariat. The other two entrants collapsed on the back stretch shortly after the race started. Secretariat also fell several times, but recovered to win.
Rock did not seem to think there was anything odd about watching a race won by a horse who had been dead for nearly twenty-five years.