Frosted the Supervillain

I have not yet arrived in New York, and Belmont Park, but reports from my people on the ground are concerning, to say the least. Sketchy sources tell me that Frosted has been seen lurking in the shadows of trainer Kiaran McLaughlin’s barn wearing a black hat, long black cape, and a handlebar moustache.

I know what you are thinking -- who wears a cape anymore? But you are missing the bigger picture here. Clearly Frosted has gone bad, real bad. This cannot be good news to the majority of racing fans who will be watching the Belmont Stakes on Saturday, and rooting their little hearts out for American Pharoah in his attempt to become the first Triple Crown winner in 37 years.

The writing is on the wall. It’s as clear as the nose on your face. Frosted has undoubtedly hatched some sort of nefarious plot to thwart the would be hero -- an evil plan, if you will. I am convinced that whatever he has planned, Frosted will carry it out at Belmont on June 6, with all the world watching.

If we look back at the clues, we really should have seen all this coming.

Even his trainer admits that he had all sorts of changes done after the Fountain of Youth. Typical of a Supervillain, Frosted was not comfortable in his own skin. I’m quite sure he needed to go through these changes to make himself into something capable of carrying out his master plan. This is Supervillain 101 kind of stuff, folks.

In America’s most prestigious race, the Kentucky Derby, Frosted hung back early in the race to watch, or spy if you prefer, on American Pharoah. He got ever closer as the race went on. Close enough to observe any achilles heel that the champion might have been trying to keep hidden. I now believe it was a cold and calculated measure to size up his adversary for future encounters. Even if he meant well at Churchill Downs, I’m afraid when his advances were rebuked by American Pharoah, it very well may have pushed him over the edge.

Don’t forget, as a son of Tapit, sire of last year’s Belmont winner, Tonalist, Frosted was already likely a little insane in the membrane -- all the easier to push him over that proverbial edge.

And what kind of name is Frosted? No doubt a code name. By the time we figure out what it means, I fear it will already be too late.

Want more proof of Frosted’s villainous tendencies? Look no further than his three henchmen. As we all know, any Supervillain worth his salt, has henchmen. Frosted has three.

Consider Kiaran McLaughlin. One of the nicest guys in racing on the surface, but surely someone this nice has something to hide. Keep in mind, he’s won the Belmont before. Probably some sort of sinister dress rehearsal for the 2015 big show.

Another former Belmont Stakes winner, Joel Rosario, will be in the irons. Can we really trust this Henchman #2? One only has to look back as far as last year to see Rosario breaking up the Triple Crown game. Therefore it seems unlikely that it is a coincidence that Frosted has chosen him to help carry out his wicked plan.

Unlike the first two, Henchman #3 has four legs. I’m not completely sure on the pronunciation, but as far as I can tell, he goes by the moniker, Tamarkuz. They tell me he comes from somewhere in the Middle East, but just recently he has been seen in New York. More specifically, he has been witnessed on the track moving closely with Frosted. Passing secrets no doubt.

So when we all watch on Saturday, and I know you will, look out for Frosted. He’ll be easy to spot. Much like most Supervillains, he has a distinctive look. He is the only grey in a field full of shades of brown.

Does this warning come too late to stop him? Sadly, it may be. While American Pharoah was doing his thing in Baltimore, Frosted was biding his time, plotting an extremely intricate plan constructed with the singular purpose of thwarting the Derby and Preakness winner’s efforts to win the Triple Crown. I fear what we may see in the Belmont. Now, more than ever, we are in need of a hero.