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Ack Ack is too good in Americaâs richest race of 1971, the $175,000 Hollywood Gold Cup. Photo: Keeneland Library
His name is all but forgotten, marginalized after half a century’s worth of racing lore. The most important people in his life are long dead. Painting him with the colors of the modern Thoroughbred palette is impossible. He was a freak, a dinosaur, the kind of creature that flew through children’s dreams, and for a glorious seven months of 1971, he was almost too good to be true.
His name was Ack Ack.
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