A Daily Sentimental Reminder: Even the
Winners Die
By JOE CLANCY
Published: May 14, 2012
NASHVILLE
— Even the winners can die. The steeplechase horse Arcadius — a thoroughbred
like those in this weekend’s Preakness — won a race
that rewards the hardy, the brave, the stout. Three miles. Eighteen hurdles. He
galloped, he jumped, he stalked, he flew
home.
Jockey
Brian Crowley dropped his whip after the last fence and still the horse won
with his ears pricked, holding on by a length in the Grade I $150,000 Iroquois
Steeplechase here on Saturday. Arcadius galloped out, pulled up, slowed to a
walk and returned with Crowley aboard. At the winner’s circle, the
photographers waited. So did an owner, a trainer, a groom, a crowd of 25,000.
The
trophies, the plaudits were his. He had won, triumphed, beaten one of the best
to try the Iroquois in the two-time winner Tax Ruling. In his best opportunity,
Arcadius came through. An 8-year-old gelding, he breathed hard as he walked
back to applause.
“Well
done, jock,” a fan said to Crowley.
The
jockey nodded and pointed to his horse. “Not me, all him,” the gesture said.
And it
was. Arcadius seized the day, winning with the biggest, best effort of his
life. The humans lined up, the horse was led in to the winner’s circle.
Catching his breath now, he stood for the brief ceremony — a sweaty, dirty,
hot, victorious athlete. It was as if he knew he had won. Arcadius stared
regally to the distance, ears at attention, and everyone else paused, soaking
in the victory. The cameras buzzed. Crowley jumped down, unbuckled the elastic
girths, removed the leather saddle, breastplate, black and red cloth with the
white 3 on it. The jockey folded it all up on his arm, patted his horse on the
back, one more reward for the effort.
Two
minutes later, Arcadius was dead — steps from the finish line he had crossed
with so much power, so much life.
It was
quick, shocking, certainly eerie. After walking from that winner’s circle
celebration, while getting the usual after-race hosing and dousing with water,
Arcadius stepped awkwardly to his right, raised his head, stiffened his front
legs and dropped to the ground on his left side. Before he fell, his right eye
went blank — flashing life, death, pain, something. Humans sprang to action —
with more water, ice, medicine. It had looked like a heat stroke, even on a day
when temperatures barely reached 70 under a gray sky. Horses do that: they
overheat, they get medical attention, they cool off, they get up and walk away
— tired, but alive.
Not this
time.
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