My husband and I have been involved with racing for several decades. We’ve both worked with horses at the track, and also in other aspects of the industry. I own an OTTB, and he has part ownership of several horses that are currently racing. We attend the Breeders Cup every year, as well as regular race days at tracks across the country. We understand the ups and downs of the sport, but at the end of the day have a passion for it and love for the horses.
This year, for the first time, I was hesitant about going to the Breeders Cup. This hasn’t been a good year for Santa Anita, and that made me uneasy. We understand that rare tragedies will happen, whether horses are playing in the field or coming down the stretch. I wanted to believe that with all the scrutiny, every possible precaution would be taken to make the horses as safe as possible today. Maybe they were.
It was a beautiful day for racing at Santa Anita today. Then came the Breeders Cup Classic. Directly in front of us, we saw Mongolian Groom take several sickening strides due to what was clearly a catastrophic injury. My heart sank and I cursed loudly. Those around us went from wildly cheering to stunned silence. The vet was there immediately, and a swarm of people promptly and efficiently surrounded Mongolian Groom with the privacy screens. I didn’t know whether to be impressed with how well orchestrated the response was, or infuriated that perhaps they were so good at it because they’d had a great deal of practice.
After seeing the way Mongolian Groom’s leg hung, I knew that he was done. I also think I may be finished with this. It’s getting terribly difficult for me to make excuses for the sport. I don’t know what the answer is, or how we can fix it. Maybe racing isn’t over for good, but I think this may be the end of racing as we know it in Southern California. Are things too broken to be fixed?