Along The Rails

I wonder what Big Brown thinks about, there in his stall with his expectations and his quarter crack and his three million dollar self.  I’ve read that horses understand when they win, they understand when they lose, and they certainly understand when something’s different (because that, sometimes, is the cue to panic.)  Some prick their ears and hold their tails high when the cameras whir; others could care less.

Are horses empaths?  I cannot imagine there’s a sense of serenity about him right now– not chaos, but each person who handles him certainly must be doing so with awe, well aware that every second between now and next Saturday is bringing the whole smash closer to history.  He realizes this, doesn’t he?

Then again, he could just spend his time gazing into the depths of his feed tub:  “When’s this thing going to be full again?”  If so… that’s my kind of horse.

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