It's not an easy job, training horses. You deal with owners. You deal with help. You deal with jockeys and agents. They're all a pain in the ass. And your job depends on your ability to deal with an athlete that doesn't speak. Yeah, being a trainer's no walk in the park. Kiaran McLaughlin felt it today. Weeks of careful conditioning, plotting and planning, hours spent watching his big bay Whitney starter gallop over the Belmont and Saratoga ovals, went by the wayside. The horse had a temperature, just a few degrees above normal, but better not risk it. They chose not to run. Nick Zito felt it too, watching Commentator get swallowed up in the Whitney by 18-1 shot Bullsbay, a solid runner who deserved the grade I status, just hadn't found his chance to claim it yet. Jeremy Rose, up for Graham Motion, brought it on home. Macho Again chased for second. Commentator was third. Commentator will be okay. You can't knock him. He gave it everything he had, and Father Time catches up to us all. Asiatic Boy will be okay too. He'll point for the Woodward. Sometimes these things happen for a reason. It's a disappointment. That's life. It's part of the game. You get up, fingers crossed, seven days per week, 365 days per year. On a good morning, the horses you send out all come back safely to the barn. On a good afternoon, the runners you saddle get the job done. On a good evening, you walk the shedrow and see them all peacefully asleep. You breathe a sigh of relief and call it a day. A very good day.