I’d like to say why it ISN’T, first. It isn’t that I feel the sport is more unsafe now than before (whenever “before” was) or that I’m yearning for the glory days of the long format. I remember what happened to horses in those days, and what the people held up now as the best horsemen of a past generation did to keep their horses “sound” and competing. Finishing XC with broken bones – yours or the horse’s, doesn’t matter – is no longer a badge of honor, thankfully. While there’s always room for improvement, I do think we do a much better job now, and yet we still can’t make the sport completely safe.
So I DID used to enjoy watching more because ignorance is bliss, I suppose, and the longer you are in or around the sport, the less ignorant you are. I am SURE, given what I know of you from COTH, that you understand this as well. It’s not that I didn’t know bad things could happen, but I guess in the days before live stream, you didn’t see the horrific crashes unfold before your eyes with such frequency, and if and when you did see them on video, you already knew the outcome and it was somehow less shocking.
And I was lucky enough – “lucky” both in the sense that I had the opportunity thanks to a wonderful horse, and in the sense that we both lived through it to enjoy our retirements – to spend a number of years competing (one horse) up through advanced, which made me confront the reality of what happens when things go wrong to people you know and like. When the horse in the stall next to yours leaves to run XC and never comes back. When the person who helped you through your first three-day is paralyzed in a fall, and what life is like for them years and years after most people have forgotten that accident. When you watch a person you trained with as preliminary level riders leave the start box at Kentucky for the first time, clearly over their head on a faltering horse and keep pushing until they inevitably jump into a fence, costing the horse its life. When the ambitious young rider you bantered with on COTH goes too fast and too flat at a big table and flips, killing rider and horse. There, but for the grace of God, go I, in any of those scenarios.
So, while I still love the sport, XC day puts a pit in my stomach until it is over. I’ve been able to watch Badminton live two years in a row, and both times (maybe because I’ve got small children with me), I pick the “boring” fences to spectate. I want to see the Vicarage Vee in person, but I don’t want to be standing there for hours, holding my breath and hoping I don’t see the inevitable falls.