tj85016 saidI feel bad for these drugged up horses - it's a sick sport
I agree. I'm not a fan of horse racing.
I remember the 2008 Kentucky Derby. I had just gotten off a plane from Honolulu. I was in Fort Lauderdale. A dear friend of mine (whom I will call "Bill" and who had just flown in from Europe) picked me up from the airport and we raced to the Fort Lauderdale Yacht Club for their annual Kentucky Derby "hoopla" because some mutual friends were going to be there, and one of the friends was, like, "The Yacht Queen" of the club. We had to go even though we both had to be at another location soon after the race was over.
We arrived at the club. It was a gorgeous day, and yet the place was all decked out and the whole focus of the party was this huge flat panel TV. At each table there was an envelope and everybody had to put $1 in and pull out the name of a horse.
Everybody was decked out in either their yacht attire, Kentucky Derby attire, or New Years Eve attire. I stood out like a sore thumb: 1) because I was wearing a grey t-shirt, raw denim jeans, black sneakers, and an 18k Rolex President; and, 2) because I was the darkest skinned person who was not "The Help".
Everybody is drinking mint julips...except for Bill and me. We opted for Long Island Iced Tea. We were both fried from our flights and needed something to numb our senses.
One of my closer friends, whom I was sitting next to, engaged me in conversation as she was not in the least interested in the race. She is an animal rights advocate and was kind of disgusted by the whole thing but came to the club because there were a bunch of us flying in and we hadn't seen each other in quite some time. I will call her "Alice".
So, the race is about to begin and they start singing "My Old Kentucky Home"...to the TV. One woman even cried as she sang. The race starts, the race goes, the race ends, and everybody is whooping and hollering.
Then, there is the drama. A horse is down. Everybody in the room is glued to the TV. Alice is now even more disgusted, more agitated, and yells out loud for everybody to hear, "Great! What's next? Are they going to shoot the fucking thing?" People look over at our table with expressions aghast. But, they quickly turn back to the TV when...
...they shoot the horse dead right on the track.
The attention in the room now turns to a sickening buffet as everybody except my friends go running for the trough. After everybody gets back to the table, to tuck into their overly salted mess, The Yacht Queen all of a sudden perks up and chimes, "Oh! We have to see who won the pool!" Well, wouldn't you know it? Alice unfolds her little slip of paper, rolls her eyes and grunts out "Eight Bells" (the horse which finished second before they shot her).
"You won $6!" pipes The Yacht Queen and starts to count out the singles.
"FUCKING NO!" yells Alice. And, continues, "I'M NOT EVEN GOING TO TOUCH THAT FUCKING BLOOD MONEY!".
At that point, I looked at my Rolex, looked left, looked right, and said, "My oh my, look at the time. Bill, and I have to be on our way." Bill took the cue and stood up. Alice got up, gave me a hug, and whipered into my ear, "I SO wish you two could take me with you but I'm stuck here for the duration."
Bill and I made way for the door. Surely this odyssey was over. On the way out there was this hot really young guy who stopped, looked at me, and then proceeded to grab my crotch as I walked by. My eyes popped open and my head swung around, but I managed to keep walking with Bill towards the sunlight shining in through the front door of the club. The guy was smiling at me. I was in shock.
Bill and I make it out before being devoured by vampires. We're standing there at the valet silently waiting until the car comes around and we are safely inside. We look at each other for a moment.
Bill asks me, "Did we just experience what I thought we did?"
"It was surreal. Let's get out of here, please", I responded.
We drove off.
I have not watched another horse race since that day.