Beating a Dead Horse

Another time, another place, this guy'd be in a psych ward

It seems to me that the Annual Run for the Roses has turned into more of a circus event than a horse race.

The Kentucky Derby appears to now attract low level celebrities, athletes, the criminally insane wearing bizarre headwear, and a lot of bad karma.

The horses are real. But small.

Thoroughbred racing is not what it used to be. But then, what is?

The Girls Next Door following the smell of decaying flesh and money.

Casualties on the track seem to be coming commonplace. Two years ago we had Barbaro breaking a leg at the Preakness. This year we had Eight Belles breaking two legs and being euthanized on the track. I don't know about you, but that would definitely put a cloud over my good time at Churchill Downs no matter how many mint juleps I'd imbibed.

Maybe starting out with dead horses is the way to eliminate this?

If running a race is more commonly becoming a one way ticket to the glue factory, perhaps breeders need to be taking a closer look at how they conduct business.