crabby i agree with just about everything you say. except that churchill is not a new synthetic track, its old style dirt. the newer tracks are "supposedly" safer, i dont think the results are conclusive yet. apparently they run on top of the newer style tracks and not in them. and although i truly dislike most of what this guy writes, in newsday, i think he said it best among all the talking heads the last few days:
Wallace Matthews
May 6, 2008
'Momento y rapido."
Those were the words Gabriel Saez said to his agent, Ruben Munoz, in an attempt to explain what had just happened beneath him as he galloped out a filly named Eight Belles, who had just run second to Big Brown in the Kentucky Derby.
Sudden and fast.
The 20-year-old jock from Panama, riding in his first Derby on Saturday, had no better idea than any of the 157,000 in the stands or the millions watching on television why the world had collapsed underneath him. All he knew was that it happened quickly and without warning.
Just like that, what should have been a dream weekend -- Saez had won the Kentucky Oaks on Friday aboard Proud Spell for the same trainer, Larry Jones -- had become a nightmare.
Now he has powerful people calling for him to be suspended and for the $400,000 second-place purse, of which Saez would get 10 percent, to be held up or even returned.
"We're still looking into what we could conceivably get," said Kathy Guillermo, a spokeswoman for PETA, which today is exploiting Eight Belles every bit as much as it says the racing industry did, and is treating Saez with the same kind of cruelty and inhumanity it purports to abhor toward animals.
"This is something Gabriel just can't comprehend," Munoz said Monday. "When I told him there were people blaming him, he was like, 'What do you mean? How could anyone think I would want to hurt a horse?' He's devastated by this. It doesn't fit into his mind that people could even think such a thing."
Saez, who speaks little English, had three mounts at Delaware Park Monday. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about a horse that died under him, a tragedy to which he now is accused of being an accessory. He told Munoz: "I was on horses before I was born. My mother went riding when I was inside of her. That is why I became a rider."
But in the wake of a tragedy, the urge to point fingers is strong. PETA, equipped with powerful fingers quite skilled at directing the media to do its bidding, did nothing to resist that urge Monday.
"He was whipping to the bitter, bitter end," Guillermo said. "It seems inconceivable that she could break both ankles while cantering after the race. We want an investigation into what happened."
If you, too, are looking to place blame for the death of Eight Belles, there is no shortage of candidates.
Like PETA, you can blame the jockey and trainer. You can blame the owner or the vet. You could blame the roar of the crowd for spurring her on to her death, or the breathtaking ability of the colt she was chasing for leading her to it. You could blame her grandsire, Unbridled, who apparently bequeathed to his progeny the desire to run faster than their bodies can safely go.
You can blame the industry for profiting off the labor of animals who have no say in, nor control over, their destinies.
Or you can blame Mother Nature or whomever you credit with the creation of so magnificent and preposterous a creature as the thoroughbred racehorse. Now you've picked a winner.
Eight Belles did not die from the distance or the pace or the number of horses on the track or from being a filly trying to beat 19 colts. In fact, she clearly was better than 18 of them.
She did not die because Saez pushed her too hard, or because Jones entered her in a race in which she did not belong, or because the Churchill vets overlooked some hidden infirmity waiting to strike her down.
She did not die because the track surface was too hard. Studies indicate she would have been nearly as likely to snap both front ankles had the race been run on Polytrack or any of the synthetic surfaces that someday might reduce the risk inherent in their sport.
Tough as it may be for PETA and others to accept, she died because of her own magnificent body, that unlikely combination of huge thorax supported by spindly legs, a conformation that renders the animal uniquely suited for high-speed running and completely unsuitable for almost anything else.
On its feet, in full stride, the racehorse is a thing of beauty. Off its feet, it is as good as dead, its breathing fatally impaired, its organs systematically shutting down.
That is why Ruffian died, and Go For Wand, and, after some extraordinary measures, why Barbaro inevitably had to be put down.
This is a breed that exists for only one purpose, to run fast, and as long as they do, there will be injuries, there will be breakdowns, there will be death.
As it was Saturday, it will be sudden. It will be fast. It will be unavoidable.
It is not just the demands of the game, it is also the physical makeup of the players.
Whom are you going to blame for that? Sometimes, as much as you'd like to, there's simply no logical place to point the finger.