"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
After seeing the use of the Statue of Liberty in the Belmont logo, I immediately thought of this part of the sonnet in the context of the horse racing fan. Tempest-tost, indeed.
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