This post is part of a media project called SoCal Sports History 101: The Prime Numbers from 00 to 99 that Uniformly, Uniquely and Unapologetically Reveal The Narrative of Our Region’s Athletic Heritage. Pick a number, and consider the list of athletes attached to it. Who wore it best? Or, what’s the most compelling story linked to it? Any person, place or thing is in play with Southern California connections. Star power, transformational achievement, longevity, notoriety and quirkiness all factor in. Whatever leads to a lively discussion and interpretation.
The most obvious choices for No. 4:

Duke Snider: Los Angeles Dodgers
Byron Scott: Los Angeles Lakers
Rob Blake: Los Angeles Kings
Bobby Grich: California Angels
Russell White: Crespi High football
The not-so-obvious choices for No. 4:
Rodney Anderson: Cal State Fullerton
Joe McKnight: USC football
The most interesting story for No. 4:
Zenyatta: Thoroughbred racehorse (2007 to 2010)
Southern California map pinpoints:
Arcadia (Santa Anita); Inglewood (Hollywood Park)
Reference books on the subject:
“Horse Racing Divas: From Azeri to Zenyatta, Twelve Fillies and Mares Who Achieved Racing’s Highest Honor,” by Bloodhorse Publications, 2011
“Zenyatta: Queen Z -the Legend,” by Patricia Probert Gott, 2017
Moments of Zenyatta clearly blindside me.
Occasionally, I’m driven to tears.
Not a super-keen follower of horse racing — baffled more by the mindset of parimutuel wagering and watching those consistently lose their disposable cash based on a hunch or banking too much on past performance data — I took it as a fun assignment to go out to the 2009 Breeders’ Cup at Santa Anita Park and capture the atmosphere. My focus was far more on who showed up for it, measure the interactions, watch money and drinks spill around the grounds.
It led to a time just sitting with actor Dennis Hopper to watch him handicap. That could have been the most memorable take away.
The sun was already in the right spot by the late Saturday afternoon, creating its usual magnificent mystique by using the San Gabriel Mountains as its palate, when a thoroughbred in pink and turquoise silks named Zenyatta, with master Mike Smith up top, created, for me, the most exhilarating, most Southern-California sports moment I ever witnessed.
In 2008, Zenyatta ran away with the Breeders’ Cup Ladies’ Classic at Santa Anita. The four-year-old came in undefeated but was facing the best field of her career, with four Grade I winning fillies shipping in from New York alone. Zenyatta broke last and trailed early before making up ground on the far turn and winning by a length and a half. She got a standing ovation.
In 2009, Moss dared to enter Zenyatta in the Classic, a field of the world’s most worthy males, of any age, size and nationality. A true world championship.
She would wear No. 4. A forgone conclusion perhaps in her mind. Maybe. We’ll never be able to ask her.
Such a Garbo move.
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