The semi-circular driveway to the emergency room at NorthwestCommunity Hospital in Arlington Heights was quiet late Saturdayafternoon.
Almost too quiet.
Two miles away, the 21st running of the Arlington Million was lessthan 45 minutes old.
Inside the emergency room, behind closed doors, jockey GaryStevens lay quietly in a bay, awaiting a painkiller to kick in beforemore hurt started swirling out of a battered left shoulder.
Had Stevens' moon and stars and planets remained in alignment forperhaps 20 more seconds on the Arlington turf course, he would havebeen sipping champagne, accepting congratulations for his recordthird Million victory--this one aboard …
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