Match Races Are Teh Debbil
The Saturday before last a lovely new couple showed their developing male-female rivalry act, and it was mentioned that "Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better" would be the logical music choice. It's a nice enough song, and from a decent musical, and I suppose it's time to wipe out old references in my head that strike when that song is mentioned.
I said nothing at rehearsal, then spent the next hour or so watching Ruffian videos (but not the last race) as that was the song the television* network played for the match race between Foolish Pleasure and Ruffian. Yes, I know all about Reviewer and Shenanigans and the harsh but necessary way weakness is culled in racing, yet it was a dreadful thing to watch at the time.
I'm not time-based, so things that happened long ago have more or less the same emotional weight forever.
* "Television" was both the boxlike receiver of images beamed through the aether and, too, the pulpy content intended to fasten people in place so advertising could be injected into their minds. Anyone my age would be familiar with the term although I don't expect younger people to understand (go ahead and feel lucky if you don't).
posted by - 11:40 AM