Everyone knows the story about Seabiscuit, the racehorse who overcame all odds, it seemed, to become a national symbol of hope and pride in the Depression. And who hasn’t realised that we’re in a new Depression – have been for some time, actually – and that everyone’s feeling a lot like they did in the 30s?
It stands to reason that people would look for something – a symbol – like they have in the past.
For Hungary, that symbol is Overdose.
Overdose coming down the final stretch at Kincsem Park on Sunday, bringing his record to 12 wins in 12 races. [NYT]
The thoroughbred – bought on a whim for a mere $3,500 by horse enthusiast Zoltan Mikoczy – wasn’t expected to run very well; he was “short and kind of ugly”, but that hasn’t stopped him.
Hungary is a country swept by debt and depression, and Hungarians have long needed something to lift them up. Like Seabiscuit, he wasn’t thought of beforehand as a winner, or indeed, a champion. They need this.
His fame isn’t limited to Hungary; in Germany, they call him Wunderpferd. Wonder Horse.
So there you have it. As the stock markets climb and fall, countries threaten war, and the weather is unpredictable, people pull together and find something to pull them through.
It’s raining now. Yesterday it rained too. Rain, while it makes things bright green and flowers bloom, also tends to bring out worms and grumpiness. Along with wetness.
It’s supposed to snow tomorrow. If there’s no new post, assume that I’ve killed myself or moved somewhere warm and tropical, so distant that there’s no internet.