What Can I Say About the Breeders Cup?
What a disappointment to see Zenyatta lose by a half a head to Blame just now. Had the race been ten feet longer, she would have passed him, but alas, it was not to be.
I am not a big fan of racing. I love race horses, and have always watched the Triple Crown races. I was fortunate to see John Henry win the first million dollar racing challenge purse at the Meadowlands. And I saw the great Forego come in a very close second in a handicap race at Belmont Park. I've watched a few races with lesser horses as well, and made some bets in my day.
But a fan? Not exactly. My heart always ends up in my throat, more worried that someone is going to get hurt. That a champion like Barbaro, or Ruffian will break down and never run again. Or, to watch a horse like Mine that Bird today--former Kentucky Derby winner come in 10th losing his ninth straight race since that glorious victory. I worry. Where will they all end up, in the end?
What about the ones who don't win? Zenyatta, will, of course, become a brood mare, destined, I hope to breed champions like herself. Forego and John Henry went into happy, idolized retirement at the Kentucky Horse Park.
But what about a guy like Mine That Bird? Good chance he will go to stud, but the future is no guarantee. Ferdinand, also a Derby winner, met a tragic end in a slaughterhouse.
When I watch a race, I pray. I pray all the horses and riders will be safe. And I pray all the horses, win or lose, will be blessed with kind and honorable owners who will always keep them safe and give them a kind retirement.
God bless the Thoroughbreds.