3 July 2011
Sweet Home Saskatoon
Every Friday and Saturday I have been watching the thoroughbred races from Saskatoon if I can. Marquis Downs. The bushes. I thought there might be a horse slaughterhouse somewhere close to the track so I checked. Turns out there is not. If a horse cannot win in Saskatoon they get shipped back to motherfucking Alberta to be turned into meat for the European market.
In the background, between races, you can hear the music the racetrack plays for the good horse loving people of Saskatoon. Every night they play Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama." They are my kind of people, the people of Saskatoon are. So sweet I bet, one day, they will discover the Drive-By Truckers are even better than Skynyrd ever were.