Trouble follows Frank Stronach around like flies on a dead man walking. Maryland is only the most recent horse racing jurisdiction that has felt the sting of his visionary mien. The auto parts magnate from Austria by way of Canada is, of course, right that the thoroughbred sport can’t go beyond 40 percent of the year without slots. But he disregards collateral damage with a Chris Christie heartlessness that makes you cringe when you credit him for wisdom.
Eventually, Gov. Martin O’Malley will order that the owner, the operators and the horsemen work something out. Horses have raced in the state since it was a colony. At risk are 10,000 jobs, to say nothing about his re-election. The people of Maryland may not support horse racing like they once did, but taking it away from them would hurt almost as much as moving the Colts to Indiana.
Meanwhile, as the haggling continues, the holidays will seem like the end of days for many people, their hopes dashed, their prospects for sustained work bleak. Many of these workers aren’t employable elsewhere. Here’s a wish that Santa creates something to cheer them up soon. Desperation is a mean dog to live with.
Only two more wish to this 12 Days of Christmas series. You can read the previous nine entries by scanning the links to the right under archives.