That's Racing

See, this ain’t some sudden outrage. This has been comin’ for a long time. I’ve just about reached my lifetime limit on ego maniacs—not just in racing, but everywhere. We got folks so full of themselves they oughta be classified as hazardous materials. But racing? Racing is where it hits me the hardest, because that’s my world.

I didn’t just wander into this sport last Tuesday. Racing has been my existence for over 35 years. Thirty-five. That’s not a hobby, that’s a relationship. That’s birthdays missed, weekends gone, mornings spent staring at horses instead of sleeping like a normal human being. This is what I know. This is where my brain lives.

So when I see ego maniacs turning this industry into their personal ego-massage parlor—screaming louder than facts, louder than vets, louder than common sense—it don’t just annoy me. It feels personal. Because they ain’t just embarrassing themselves; Stupid people can't be embarrassed.

And what kills me is, racing doesn’t need bigger egos. It needs more humility. More honesty. More people who actually care about the horses and the truth instead of who gets the microphone and whose feelings got bruised. But here we are, drowning in chest-thumping while the real issues get ignored.

I ain’t mad, y’all. I’m just sick and damn tired.

See, racing industry media shills—bless their ever-lovin’ hearts—have decided that a horse is not an animal. Nope. A horse is a set of running lines. If it ain’t in the past performances, it simply does not exist. Physical issues? Structural problems? Vets waving red flags like it’s a Fourth of July parade? Well hush now, that ain’t in the Form, so quit bein’ dramatic.

Major publications just flat-out ignore the plight of the horses themselves, but they will absolutely give unlimited oxygen to ego-maniac owners throwing public tantrums because a vet had the audacity to act with caution. And instead of asking, “Hey, why’s this horse getting scratched?” the media jumps straight to, “Wow, these vets sure are mean, huh?” Yeah—mean to injured horses, I guess.

Then—funny thing happens—the horses don’t come back. They don’t race. They don’t train. They just vanish like your paycheck at a slot machine. Take Grande. Scratched by a vet on Derby Day, owner raising hell, swearing on a Holy Bible there wasn’t a single thing wrong with that horse. Full righteous indignation, 'feel sorry for me' tour. And then—lo and behold—the horse doesn’t get back to training until December. December. Turns out the vet knew more than the guy with billions in his bank account. Shocking development, a rich guy talkin nonsense.

Every time a horse retires early—like three - four races into a career—social media turns into Mardi Gras meets Friday the 13th. Just beads, chaos, and a bunch of folks runnin’ around scream-cryin’ like Jason’s got a chainsaw made outta past performances and Daily Racing Forms. Absolute rampage. “Horses retire too early now!” “Back in my day!” “They don’t make ‘em like they used to!” "The Breed is soft"

Like this stuff happens on a whim. Like the trainer just woke up one morning, joined a conference call, and said, “Y’all know what’d be funny? Let’s retire a perfectly good horse today.” That ain’t how this works, Zeke.

Here’s the part folks don’t seem to grasp: horses retire because they get hurt. Real injuries. Actual, career-ending, no-comin’-back-from-that injuries. Not vibes. Not bad energy. Not because somebody read a mean tweet. Because bones crack. Tendons snap. Bodies say, “That’s enough, chief.”

But no—these nimrods want to run horses on three legs and a prayer like we’re auditionin’ for some kind of medieval jousting tournament, “Just put some armour on him !” “Let him gut it out!” Buddy, it’s a 1,200-pound animal, not your pickup truck with a check-engine light on.

And the wild part is, these same people will be the first ones hollerin’ when something goes wrong. “How could this happen?” “I ain't never going back to the track again" when just last week you wanted to guillotine the connections for retiring a horse after an injury.

You'd retire from work and go on disability for an hangnail.

Early retirement ain’t a moral failure. It ain’t soft. It’s reality. And sometimes the most responsible thing you can do in this game is say, “This horse don’t owe us another step.”

But that kinda truth don’t trend real good, so instead we get outrage, conspiracy theories, and folks who think compassion is weakness, and even owners sometimes earning 7 million with one horse ain't enough, they want to keep pushing the envelope.

And that, my friends…is horse racing.

Owners god bless them they are a vital cog in the wheel, they are the sparkplug of the game, without owners there are no horses, nothing for gamblers to wager upon, but egos comes with that territory, lets don’t forget that situation with the white horse scratched at the Breeders’ Cup. Remember all that? Lawyers! Litigation! Vets are crooked and corrupt! Big words! Big outrage! Except—minor inconvenient detail—the horse hasn’t raced since August 31, 2025. Five workouts since late October, no races. But yeah, let’s go with the vets being corrupt for $500 Alex. The horse still having “two or three perfectly good limbs” excuse. That sarcastically makes a whole lot of sense, because that horse is going in the Pegasus World Cup, like all that stuff never happened, yessir Billy Bob, he is out there to defend his title and prove them 'mean' vets wrong and the media nods in approval.

Lord help us. No tough questions. None. They’re up there tossing Nerf balls, and here’s the thing: truth never hurt anyone who was telling it. One publication recently ran a column that was so oblivious to what’s actually has happened, you’d think it was written from inside a soundproof bubble legal department of denial.

'If we don't say it, it ain't happenin'.

Handicappers want information. Context. Reality. Instead, the racing media —too busy cheering for their friends and favorite people instead of reporting without bias. And then when something finally does go wrong, they rush right to, and quote every word“Well, he was perfectly sound going in. Not a pimple on him.” ....Yeah—until he wasn’t.

Everybody’s all about horse safety — right up until they are NOT. Then suddenly the horse ain’t hurt, it’s a conspiracy! The owners are cryin’, the bettors are screamin’, and everybody’s actin’ like ol’ Trigger just got hauled off to the glue factory. News flash: your ego ain’t the same thing as animal welfare, and yes Trigger is safe and sound eating hay in his stall, but that just ain't fucking good enough.

I blame them ego maniacs owners who's ego is bigger than the Hindenburg, you know the hot air blimpo that crashed and burned in 1937? so they can run their sore horses unabated and scratch yours. Just because someone has monies it don't make them any smarter, they just have more resources to do stupid arse things.

I blame them social media experts as well....they know, absolutely nada, zero, zilch, but yet comment on everything, like yeah it 'be nice to have a racetrack in Greenland. Ice Downs sounds like a good name.'

Then when somethin’ bad actually does happen — a horse goes down, jockey gets hurt — those same geniuses start chirpin’, “Well, he must have stepped in a hole!” Oh did he now, guess the rodent from Caddyshack dug it? he's alright, i just want them talking about me, is the social media battle cry for likes and follows.

Guess that internet degree in Equine Wellness from the National Enquirer University didn’t cover the part where adrenaline and bute can make a horse look fine until it ain’t.

Maybe, just maybe, we should let the actual vets handle the horses, and y’all can stick to what you’re good at — losin’ money and postin’ about it like it’s a public service announcement.

I care about the horses, they are our stars, our main event. Why we want to f*ck with that? If the horse is safe and sound in his or her stall, then what the f*ck is the problem here? Live to fight another day.

Just imagine if equine athletes had their own social media accounts. Not run by the owner. Not run by the barn. The horse. Actual, honest-to-God horse internet.

Bio says:🏇 Professional athlete🍎 Part-time apple enthusiast🩺 Questionable ankles🚫 No, I am not ‘washed’

Every workout video’s caption would be like:“Ran fast today. Felt great for three-eighths. Last eighth was between me and the Lord.”

And the comments? Oh my God. Absolute chaos.

Some guy with an American flag avatar: “Back in my day you’d run through that soreness.”

Horse replies:“Sir, you once pulled a hamstring reaching for the remote.”

Every time a vet scratches a horse, the horse would post:“Woke up mildly off. Vet said ‘nah.’ Thank you, vet.”And immediately the replies are:“ SOFT.”“THE VETS ARE CROOKED.”“My cousin’s neighbor’s horse ran on worse.”

Meanwhile the horse is like: “Buddy, I am held together by hope, carrots, and liniment.”

When a horse retires early, the announcement wouldn’t be emotional—it’d be honest: “I have completed my service. My ankle sounds like Rice Krispies. I’m going to a farm. wish me luck ”

Owners would post motivational nonsense like, “Still a champion 💪”

Horse comments underneath:“Please stop tagging me. I am horizontal.”

And you know the horses would subtweet the industry:“Wild how everyone says ‘do it for the horse’ but nobody asks the horse.”

The best part? The transparency. No PR spin. No press releases. Just a horse saying:“I am tired.”“I am sore.”“I tried.”

And honestly? If horses could talk—or tweet—half of racing Twitter would immediately log off, delete their accounts, and pretend they were always more into pickleball anyway. Yeah, right, the replies would be like "You sucked anyway dude"

Because once the horse speaks, that…would be the most honest coverage racing’s ever had.

That's why the Pegasus World Cup is going to be so interesting. Its a good race, good field and that White horse going to run after being treated in the morning like a $10 claimer. In my book, when you win $7 million dollars for your connections you should be afforded some respect. I like a couple of horses there and neither are the white one.

Going to be a fascinating, who likes what and how much will be ignored by handicapping arrogance.

“Well… that’s racing.”

Yeah. That’s racing.

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This Saturday marks the first truly elite card of 2026—the Pegasus World Cup at Gulfstream Park—and we’re already deep into the work on our heralded Workout Report. And let me be clear… there are things on this card we need to talk about.

Things you won’t find in past performances, chatter, or guesswork.

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