I have confirmed that 3-year-old (barely) Zion Hill is dead after breaking down in his very first start, Sunday’s 6th race at Mountaineer. The complicit: jockey Luis Rivera, trainer Anthony Farrior, owner Joseph Cucarese II, and breeder LaDona Hudson.
Prior to the Kentucky Derby, Steve Asmussen sat for an interview with Bob Costas to discuss, of course, “the PETA video.” In it, of course, he staunchly defends his reputation, claiming that neither he nor any of his underlings broke any rules and that the investigation will bear this out. Perhaps. But so what? The story here is and always has been about the attitude, the way racers – Scott Blasi, Rudy Rodriguez, Gary Stevens, D Wayne Lukas, etc. – view their equine “partners.” (My original post here.)
From calling them “rats,” to laughing at electric shockers, to casually discussing a horse’s deformed foot, to casually discussing that same horse’s excruciating death, some prominent racing people at some prominent American tracks betray what the racing-horse represents to them – a means to an end. Respect for intelligent, feeling beings with intrinsic worth? Please. In fact, Asmussen says the sole reason Blasi – who memorably said, “fuck these horses, these motherfuckers” – was fired is because he disrespected an owner. So to me, it matters not a whit what the investigation concludes; horseracing’s true colors have, yet again, been put on full display for all to see…
Although I’d rather not keep hammering an issue that the average person cares (and knows) little about, the racino question is simply too important to ignore. Here is the indisputable fact: While some races (TC, BC) and some meets (Saratgoa) aren’t going anywhere anytime soon, much of the garden-variety horseracing in the U.S. would have vanished by now if not for state subsidies in the form of slot-machine revenue. Corporate welfare. And for the states without it, desperation is the order of the day. Witness Texas, our second largest state and once a racing leader, but now, one teetering on the precipice.
For years, Texas horsemen have been lobbying hard for “expanded gaming” – installation of slots at their tracks. They need slots because without them, they can’t compete. People want casino gaming; the $2 bet is very 20th Century. The numbers, according to a recent Dallas Morning News article, are grim: Attendance at Texas tracks is less than half of what it was in 2000; in that same time span, total wagering in Texas and on Texas races has plummeted from $908 million to $361 million. In short, it’s dying, a reality that Ray Paulick calls “sad.” Sad? Mr. Paulick remains delusional.
What is sad, is that states (NY, OH, PA, et al.) continue to succumb to racing’s pity plea – save us, for jobs, for nostalgia. This is the tack successfully used in neighboring Oklahoma, with predictable results. Remington Park, says President Scott Wells, “had the padlock ready to put on the door” before it was allowed to install VLTs. Now, the horse people – who are legally entitled to a share of the booty, booty that would otherwise be flowing to state coffers (for education) – laugh all the way to the bank: Bolstered by 750 machines, Remington purses average roughly $260,000 per day, or about double that of Lone Star in Texas. And all the while, handle and attendance continue to decline.
The Dallas Morning News sums it thus: “It’s becoming more and more evident that traditional horse racing, on its own, can’t compete in a world with so many other entertainment and gambling choices. Some wonder how much longer the sport — and industry — will last, especially if it doesn’t get help from the Legislature.” To which, I reply:
Texas, let the market be what it will be. And if racing can no longer subsist on its own, let it die, like so many other antiquated industries before it. Not only is that our American way, but when racing’s final history is written, you, Texas, will be on the right side of it.
At Yonkers tonight, Standardbred Liberty Cruise died back in the receiving barn “after getting Lasix for [the] 5th Race.” A “non-racing” kill? Hardly. Liberty Cruise was chasing a racino-jacked purse of $10,000 (for driver Jordan Stratton and trainer Carl Tirella).
Also, we have learned that 6-year-old Hotradamus, who was reported as vanned off (“bad step”) in the 3rd race at Santa Anita Thursday, did, in fact, die from his injury. The complicit: jockey Geovanni Franco, trainer and owner Michael Pender, breeder Madeline Auerbach, and all prior connections. This is horseracing.
This, from Sunday’s 6th race at Parx:
4-year-old Debonaire Man “stumbled at the start, was steered wide, was unable to keep pace with winner but gamely held place. Debonaire apparently injured himself at the start and after battling tenaciously to hold the place spot, he was vanned off the racetrack.” Two things: First, he most definitely did not injure himself. Second, and more importantly, jockey Maria Remedio must answer for this horse’s ultimate fate, which, at this point, is unknown. Curiously, in his prior start on March 17th, Debonaire “bobbled early [and] gave way.” The jockey then: Maria Remedio.
Also, 2-year-old (racing says three, but she had yet to reach her third birthday) stakes-placed filly JJ Julep has died of complications from laminitis. Although she did not perish on a track, make no mistake, racing took this young life – took, that is, after first making and using it. Her owner and breeder was Seidman Stables.