Receiving an Eclipse award last Saturday, longtime NBC/NYRA announcer Tom Durkin vomited the following:
“Together, we saw some amazing performances over the decades, performances that allowed me to honestly elocute words that horse races routinely generate – words like courageous, determined, sublime, otherwordly, magnificent. Thousands of words that were only an attempt to describe the indescribable Thoroughbred. What other game, what other pursuit, provides a prism for such passions? If nothing else, horse racing is an obsession fueled by dreams.
“And here in a room full of dreamers, thank goodness for these incredible horses and the incredible things they do. I thank the game for the privilege of being able to have described their exploits, I thank the game for making a dream come true, and I thank you, thank you, for this incredible, truly incredible, honor with my deepest affection. Thank you.”
Mr. Durkin, the appropriate words to describe racehorses and horseracing: tearing foals from moms, owners, chattel, enslavement, extreme confinement, desperate isolation, unformed bodies, motivation-through-whipping, nonconsensual drugging/doping, joint injections, “exercise-induced pulmonary hemorrhage,” “vanned off,” “catastrophic breakdowns,” shattered sesamoids, snapped cannons, pentobarbital, fatal “neck traumas,” “sudden cardiac events,” claiming hell, “retirees” starving, kill auctions, transport trucks, slashed carotids, exsanguination, horsemeat. The abuse and destruction of sentient beings for $2 bets. Evil, Mr. Durkin. Evil.