Go Horse Go!
One of Paul Edelman’s funnier stories took place as he sat in some shitty bar in South Philadelphia last summer next to some decrepit drunk woman, who nudged him with her elbow as she talked to the television. “All of Philadelphia’s sports teams are in the shitter this year,” she said. “The Eagles, the Phillies, the 76ers, hell even goddamn Little League, they’re all in the shitter. The Fliers are locked out, so it’s not like we got hockey.”
Then she pointed at the screen, where the sportcaster was talking about Barbaro, a locally bred horse that looked like he was going to be winning a bunch of races. In a city that had no one else to root for, it was all Philadelphia had.
“Lookit him go,” the woman said. “I’m tellinya, he’s gonna win some races for Philadelphia.” She raised her pint of Pabst to the TV. “Go horse!
“Go horse, go!”
Well, as we all know, the poor horse broke his leg at the Preakness, and yesterday, after more life-saving efforts than most human beings get, Barbaro was euthanized (another service that most humans outside of Holland aren’t eligible for). Poor Barbaro. Hopefully he’ll be as useful in death as he was in life.
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