How horse racing—which I don’t actually follow—taught me to hope again
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I was devastated when California Chrome lost the Triple Crown, which is surprising since I would not recognize California Chrome if I were riding him. Or her. Yet I stood at a bar, cheering for him or her, hoping the one with the purple banner thing with a number 2 on it would get to the front, or actually that the little 2 on the side of the screen would move to the top, since I couldn’t follow the actual horses. Then I felt the collective disappointment of a hundred people who were relatively sure they hadn’t witnessed history before looking the results up on their smartphones to make sure.