Thursday, November 10, 2011

Finding the Sweet Spot Again

When you grow up in Central Kentucky, you are introduced to 2 sports at a very young age, and one distilled spirit sometime later (but still well before that legal milestone). Basketball, horse racing, and bourbon. Although the bourbon can certainly come in the form of Rebecca Ruth's lip-smacking, ass-expanding recipe for bourbon balls...which one starts eating around the age of 5.

I don't remember my parents ever taking me to the track as a WeeAlly, but then they hardly go now. Keeneland meets for 4 weeks in the spring and 4 weeks in the fall and Churchill Downs opens as soon as Keeneland closes. Although we drive past thoroughbred farms like most people drive past McDonald's (as in, there is one on every block), I didn't actively attend the horse races until my sophomore year in college. But once I started, just like with any wicked addiction, I couldn't stop.

There is a savvy (and somewhat snarky) article on by Charles Pierce that explores the decline of horse racing. His argument is that in a world of Snookies and 20-minute marriages between models and baseball players, there is simply no more room for the sport. Ironically, the fastest 2 minutes in sports can't keep up. The sport is archaic. Even the recent Breeders' Cup, which took place last Saturday at our very own Churchill Downs, was overshadowed by the "Battle Between the Exes"...meaning the over-hyped engagement between 2 well-established jockeys that lasted about 5 minutes. The story of Mike Smith and Chantal Sutherland (who is an accomplished jockey in her own right and needs to stop seeking her 15 minutes of fame by mounting anything with less than 4 legs) hijacked most of the Breeders' Cup coverage, with the exception of Amazombie's win in the Breeders' Cup Sprint. Amazombie...the horse that the breeder "threw in" with the purchase of another horse.

This is not to say that each nationally covered horse race doesn't have a story, because it does. The 70-year old jockey that finally made it to the big leagues...the horse that no one wanted, who went on to win a major race and make his owners obnoxiously rich...the race that broke a million hearts. There is always a story, but when we create drama around any relationship that didn't work out (whether it's between jockeys or a jockey and an owner or even a horse and an owner), it stoops to the level of reality television and there is certainly no place for that in horse racing. Perhaps that explains the decline in the sport. We, as a country, have become conditioned to a level of entertainment in which horse racing will always fall short. But maybe it's a call to be better than the trash we've been collecting from the airwaves.

I have one single rule when I attend the horse races. No denim. Fancy, floppy hat or not, I refuse to wear denim. It's like dressing for the theater or even for church on Sunday morning. It's a standard that I have set for myself based on the history and expectations of the location. The thoroughbred industry (especially in Kentucky) is trapped in an antiquated period of time. But does that necessarily make it obsolete? Legislators can't figure out a way to pass a law which would allow the installation of slot machines at the tracks. Track officials argue they need the revenue that slot machines bring in to keep the tracks open. Why does it have to be that way? Where are the people who love the sport of horse racing and with what are they replacing that love? I'm not so sure that chasing the wants and whims of the public is the answer for horse racing. My darkest day would be walking into Keeneland, only to find bars with strippers next to slot machines next to a jockey freak show. I would never go back.

I am the first to admit that not everyone loves sports (my husband would rather watch HGTV than Sunday afternoon football. This doesn't make him gay, it simply makes him incredibly handy), but I've established a new goal for myself. I will share my unbridled passion for horse racing with everyone who watches a race with me. When that pack makes the turn from the back stretch and thunders toward the finish line, jockeys hovering over completely extended thoroughbreds, they will be yelling just as loudly as me: Go, Baby, Go!


  1. I've never been to a horse race, but my mom's boyfriend of 20 years owned horses before the fall of the market (and the one after that, and then the one after that...). They were beautiful. I loved helping pick out names, I loved their pink uniforms, and I LOVED watching the races on TV. I find that very sad that they're having to stoop to that level to make money. I'm sure they're not happy about it either.

    I miss the nuances of the old days of good NFL football and basketball when the players stayed on one team for their whole career. It just seems like the media has made an absolute mockery of sports lately. Not just horse racing, but all of them. They're so wrapped up in who's dating who that the rest of us who are trying to watch the game have to squint through the cameras flashing to try and pay attention to the important thing that going on: the COMPETITION.

  2. There's nothing like a horse race or a day at the track! It ain't Keeneland, but we have racing for you near Ft. Lee - one more reason to come to Virginia! Maybe i can take an afternoon off and you and I can go? Mitchell's not a big fan, either.

  3. Wow. There was a "battle of the exes" at the BREEDERS CUP?! It is constantly said about our races here in San Diego at Del Mar, that we will never be taken seriously like Keenland or Churchill Downs because we have dumb shit like the "Miss Cougar of Del Mar" contests, and the like. Seems like we dont have to step it up, since the Breeders Cup has stooped to our level. LOL.

    I had to laugh when I saw that article on Grantland. At Del Mar, if memory serves me correctly, every year we break the previous year's attendance record, and it has gotten so ridiculous that I refuse to go to Opening Day anymore. Its a cluster F of epic proportion.The management has been able to increase attendance by offering alternative/extra entertainment options during/after the racing. We have late starts on Fridays that are followed by a free concert, with pretty big names, which are usually fun. They hold a few beer festivals in the infield, followed by concerts, and then they make Wed half price everything including draft beers! For the most part, at least here, going after what the public wants has worked out pretty well for the owners. Unfortunately though, for those of us who are actually there for the horceracing, it leads to oppressive crowds and creates an environment that isnt any fun anymore. :(