The Story
A bowling alley in Hudson, a backyard at Saratoga.
Duke grew up in Hudson, New York, about sixty miles south of Saratoga, the youngest of three brothers in a family that lived for the races. He was at Saratoga before he can remember being anywhere. There is a tape of three small kids running across the infield during a Travers in the late seventies, and one of them is him.
Before horses, there was bowling. He picked up a ball at four years old, and it came so naturally that his father could not understand it. By his teens there was no question about what he was going to be. He won the New York state championship, gave up his high school eligibility at fifteen because there was nothing left to win, placed in a professional tournament at sixteen on an exemption, and took a scholarship to Buffalo State. He still credits the lanes for the thing that matters most at the windows.
The pressure of just having to throw a strike when you had to throw a strike. You put yourself under a lot of pressure, and I practiced constantly.
Duke, on what bowling taught him
The switch happened at the math. He was bowling twenty games a day, grinding tournaments for months to win five grand, when he and his older brother Paul started slipping across the Peace Bridge to bet the night cards at the Canadian tracks. One good afternoon and the comparison was over.
I can win a few thousand in a few hours betting horses... and most I can win is like five grand.
Duke, on leaving bowling behind
The decision itself came in a chemistry lab. He had a horse he wanted to bet, a lab that ran long, and a professor who would not let him leave. By the time he got to the teletheater the race was over and the horse had won. That was the end of it.
All right, that's it. That's my last day of college. I quit.
Duke, on the day he turned pro
What followed was a kind of education you cannot get anymore. Through the nineties and into the two thousands, Duke and Paul made their name in the Vegas rebate era, living inside small casinos that paid players to play, carrying duffel bags of programs and VHS tapes, watching every replay they could get their hands on. At his peak Duke was putting close to fifteen million dollars a year through the windows, with days that swung tens of thousands in either direction. In more than two decades as a professional, he can count the losing years on one hand.