On the day of the Kentucky Derby, let us not forget the anniversary of the death of Eight Belles, one amazing Thoroughbred filly who ran where few fillies have run before, and died for our entertainment.
I occasionally go to horse auctions to see what's coming thru. There is nothing sadder than watching the Thoroughbreds hot off the track, terrified, failures at racing juiced up on steroids, diuretics and artificial thyroid hormones. The people looking for cheap riding horses rarely pick them, so the slaughterhouses take them for meat. Oh, it happens, not only to the washouts either. Remember the 1986 Derby Champion Ferdinand? Sad huh.
Speaking of Eight Belles reminds me of Barbaro, the Derby winner who was a contender for the Crown in 2006 but shattered only one leg unlike Eight Belles. His accident was romanticized by the fancy and he was honored as an equine legend. Too bad he too, suffered and died for a day at the Derby. Anyways, I used to get excited around this time of year. Now it just makes me sad.

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