Tom Lee

Time for Florida greyhound racing to hit dead end

Time for Florida greyhound racing to hit dead end

The first thing I noticed is the barking, more like loud yelps, as I pull into the parking lot of the Sanford Orlando Kennel Club.

A handful of greyhounds are in travel trailers — the ones with the slits along the sides for circulation — parked in an adjacent lot. I don’t know if the barking is a plea to get out and go racing, or whether it is simply a plea to get out and be free.

I do know that greyhound racing is an archaic tradition, a blood-sport where the scars may be invisible. It’s a way for humans to get their jollies cheering for greyhounds pursuing a mechanical hare. At best, it’s a cheap thrill chasing a few bucks at the betting window.

At its worst, it’s...

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