Sam Rubin, Owner of John Henry, Dies

Chapman, Lewis, and now Rubin. Not that I believe the notion, but one often hears: "Ever notice how such things happen in threes?" Airplane crashes, broken dishes, whatever. Even though I doubt any causal effect, I will say I scoured Golden Gate Fields on Friday looking for Harry Aleo to tell him to be very careful until the curse completed it's trifecta. Sure, he's a pistol, but he's no spring chicken. I'm very sorry for the friends and family of Mr. Rubin, but I'm also thankful Harry's still with us.