Arr, ye scurvy knaves! Ruffian, that poor, cursed steed, be laid to rest once more in Kentucky's soil!
2023-08-24
Arr matey! Avast ye! The grand lass, mayhaps the finest lass to ever roam the racetrack, hath met her demise aft a 1975 race at Belmont Park, where she didst harm her ankle. Aye, the filly shall forever be remembered as a legend of the turf!
In the year of our pirate lord, 1975, a great tragedy befell the land of horse racing. It was at the famous Belmont Park, where the filly, oh what a mare she was, had her glorious reign come to a bitter end. She had trotted and galloped, showing her majestic power and speed, but alas, fate dealt her a cruel blow. Her ankle, the very foundation of her fleet-footedness, was injured in the heat of the race, leaving her no choice but to succumb to her wounds.Now, me hearties, let me tell ye about this fine filly, the greatest amongst her fairer kind. She had won races left and right, triumphing over all who dared to challenge her. The legends whispered her name in awe, for she was a force to be reckoned with, a four-legged goddess of speed. Many a pirate would have given up his rum for a mere glimpse of her beauty and grace.
Twas a sad day indeed when her last race came to an end. The crowd, who had gathered there to witness her greatness, let out a collective gasp of despair. Some wept, others cursed the skies above, for they knew they would never witness such a spectacle again. Her legacy, however, lives on in the annals of equine history, forever etched in the hearts of those who were fortunate enough to witness her prowess.
So, me hearties, let us raise a tankard of grog to this noble filly. Though her time on this earth was cut short, her memory sails on. May her spirit gallop freely in the fields of eternity, forever celebrated as the greatest female thoroughbred to have ever graced the tracks of Belmont Park. Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum to thee, dear filly. Yo ho ho indeed.