3-year-old Uncle Duncan is dead after breaking down in the 4th yesterday at Aqueduct. This from his owner’s (Zilla Racing) Twitter feed: “Heartbreaking: Zilla has had to put down its first racehorse. Uncle Duncan broke his R sesamoid. A bad step when switching leads.” So much wrong, where to begin – “heartbreaking,” “bad step”? Worse, though, are the responses from Zilla’s vacuous followers:
“so sorry for the loss”
“my heart goes out to the Zilla Racing family on this terrible news”
“my sincere condolences”
“so sorry Mike. We’re thinking about you and the partners. Heartbreaking sport sometimes.”
“So sorry! RIP Uncle Duncan”
“My thoughts are with you. Sad.”
“So sorry for your loss. It’s never easy.”
“Tough day. Hang in there.”
“prayers go out to all of you. May God bless you”
“Oh no. I’m so very, very sorry. Run free, Uncle Duncan.”
“sorry to hear that, awful awful news”
“I am so sorry. I have been there. Sad and prayers to all who cared.”
In a word, revolting.
The track, by the way, was wet, sloppy, and shrouded in a thick fog: race replay here (Race Replays, Sunday, race 4). As a matter of fact, when the ensuing two races saw two other horses ambulanced off, Aqueduct decided to shut it down – after, that is, squeezing in one more race.
This is horseracing.