For nine years and 82 races, the horse christened Electric Alphabet toiled at racetracks across the American heartland – from Arkansas, to Kentucky, to Louisiana, to Iowa, to Illinois, to Indiana, to Ohio. Nine long years of servitude. Nine long years of suffering. But today, it is over – not, mind you, in some fantastical safe-landing sort of way; rather, he is dead, killed yesterday at Mahoning. Killed because his long-time owner, Tracey Wisner, was hellbent on extracting every last cent from his surely battered body. Killed because track officials, in their endless desperation to fill cards, simply looked the other way. (In November, Mahoning allowed this almost 12-year-old horse to be raced three times in 27 days.) Killed because some think it innocuous to gamble on the backs of innocent animals. Killed, in fact, for nothing at all.