There was an eerie silence in the grandstand after the Classic as everyone realized it was George who went down. I immediately remembered the two Irishmen who I walked into the track with that morning from the train and them asking me if I had ever seen George in the flesh. They told me he was the most beautiful horse ever and they were probably right.
It was a sad day and a perfect illustration of how these great animals that bring us so much enjoyment are so fragile. RIP GW.
NT
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