The Daily Racing Form (DRF) is a tabloid newspaper founded in 1894 in Chicago, Illinois by Frank Brunell. The paper publishes the past performances of race horses as a statistical service for bettors on horse racing in the United States.
In cooperation with the National Thoroughbred Racing Association and the National Turf Writers Association, the Daily Racing Form selects the winners of the annual Eclipse Awards.
In 1922, the DRF publishing company was sold to Moses Annenberg's Triangle Publications, which would eventually be owned by Walter Annenberg. The Daily Racing Form currently is owned by Arlington Capital Partners (since late 2007), and is based at 708 3rd Avenue in New York City.
The DRF's publisher is Steven Crist, a former editor of the Harvard Lampoon and a reporter and columnist for the New York Times. Several DRF employees have included cartoonist Pierre Bellocq (aka: Peb), columnist Joe Hirsch, and longtime business manager Louis Iverson. Iverson reported to Annenberg for most of his tenure and was described as a manager who "threw nickels around like they were manhole covers".
The Daily Racing Form currently publishes 30 editions daily.
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