By Thomas Chambers
It wouldn’t be the end of the world. Really.
The cessation of Thoroughbred horse racing in my life would certainly be a void, but I can report is hasn’t happened – yet.
But after a confrontation with that very possibility in the past two weeks, I can say for sure the game will never be the same to me again.
It’s an abusive relationship, that of the racing industry toward its lifeblood, the horseplayer. Rather than get its house in order, the oldest sport in America relentlessly inflicts pain upon its customers, sometimes sharp and cutting, sometimes dull and fatiguing. Whatever, they’re pushing the perceptive fans away.
Posted on August 6, 2010