I've Got An Idea, Let's Race Elephants!
Headbutt.
Kentucky Derby just ran. It was over an hour of hype for the race to start late, last under two minutes, and be won by a total longshot. Blah blah blah.
Why do we even care about horse racing anymore? You want to know the last time horse racing was a major "athletic" event in this country? Put it this way, Frank Sinatra was still alive, in his prime, and really young. Can you even name 5 racetracks in the country? I can name at least twice as many baseball stadiums.
Fact is, most people only care about horse racing a maximum of 3 times a year. It's not something people can grasp onto easily. Do you know how they pay out the lines? How they set the lines? How many weeks are between each race? Who the last Triple Crown winner was? Did you know that every single horse in the entire world celebrates their birthday on January 1, even though they might not have been born on that day?
So what's the point? The point's this: horse racing is dead (editor's note: I have never myself personally killed a horse (be proud mom!). I have, however, almost gotten killed by a horse in a stampede on a horse farm. I wish I was making that up, but I'm not. Don't take a shortcut while running through a horse farm. Horses don't like that.). Gone. Kaput. So people, let it die, quit pretending you care, and we can all move on.
On a completely different note, I got a job. I like it, I get to play company softball, and I get free Coke (editor's note: the drink, not the drug. I'm not some kind of Niebuhr or something (who wants to bet I take hell for THAT one?)). Good times all around. Plus, now I have coworkers to badger into coming out for beligerent ridiculousness on the weekends. Oh baby.
That's it, out of the house.
Kentucky Derby just ran. It was over an hour of hype for the race to start late, last under two minutes, and be won by a total longshot. Blah blah blah.
Why do we even care about horse racing anymore? You want to know the last time horse racing was a major "athletic" event in this country? Put it this way, Frank Sinatra was still alive, in his prime, and really young. Can you even name 5 racetracks in the country? I can name at least twice as many baseball stadiums.
Fact is, most people only care about horse racing a maximum of 3 times a year. It's not something people can grasp onto easily. Do you know how they pay out the lines? How they set the lines? How many weeks are between each race? Who the last Triple Crown winner was? Did you know that every single horse in the entire world celebrates their birthday on January 1, even though they might not have been born on that day?
So what's the point? The point's this: horse racing is dead (editor's note: I have never myself personally killed a horse (be proud mom!). I have, however, almost gotten killed by a horse in a stampede on a horse farm. I wish I was making that up, but I'm not. Don't take a shortcut while running through a horse farm. Horses don't like that.). Gone. Kaput. So people, let it die, quit pretending you care, and we can all move on.
On a completely different note, I got a job. I like it, I get to play company softball, and I get free Coke (editor's note: the drink, not the drug. I'm not some kind of Niebuhr or something (who wants to bet I take hell for THAT one?)). Good times all around. Plus, now I have coworkers to badger into coming out for beligerent ridiculousness on the weekends. Oh baby.
That's it, out of the house.
posted by Rich @ 5:35 PM
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