I vaccilated a fair bit before writing this post. Yes, I find the Spring Racing Carnival tiresome in the extreme and I would quite like to say so. On the other hand, I would quite like it all to go away, and perhaps writing about it will just draw people’s attention to it further.
In the end, I decided there was so much crap being written about it anyway, I could scarcely make things worse.
Horses
Don’t get me wrong, I quite like horses themselves. They are quite remarkable creatures: proud, strong, athletic, intelligent.
Horse people
The people who surround horses, however, are quite another story. Most of the year the only people you see around horses and horse racing are inveterate gamblers, “colourful local business identities” and the old men you see at the local old-man’s pub. Then, bizarrely, in spring-time the race courses are invaded by tens of thousands of dressed-up bogans desperately hoping to hang out with the couple of dozen beautiful people, all of whom hang out in various glamourous tents.
I don’t understand the appeal myself.
Horse races
The appeal of horse races has well and truly worn thin. One horse race would be kinda interesting: the thunder of hooves, the speed, the silks the dramatic finish. But they have thousands every year, and after the 454th horse race, they all kinda look the same. I don’t buy the “historic” nature of the cup itself. Phar lap was historic, possibly, but generally it’s just another horse race.
The sweeps
If you, like me, were stupid enough to come to work today, you would no doubt have been subjected to the office sweep. Some helpful person would have cut a picture out of the paper and run around asking for $5 to pick a horse’s name out of the pot.
Horse media
I have no way of proving this, but I’m pretty sure at some point in this week, Sandy Roberts will be wheeled out to “commentate” on the horse racing. The only way I’d like to watch Sandy Roberts at the horses is if someone tied him to the back of a horse and he was dragged around the course bouncing until his head was a bloody pulp.
My tip
Spend your time doing something nice with your family. If you absolutely have to bet, do it on number 3 or number 8. Why? Because I always put one bet on a year on this race, picked at random, and I always seem to win every second year. This year I’m due a win, and those are the numbers I’m feeling in my waters.
Running
16 hills kms yesterday, nicely timed between showers. 9km this lunch-time, dodging the remains of the parade crowds in a brief break of sunshine about lunch-time.
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