I wrote once before about the death of Barbaro the racehorse and how some people seemed to lose all perspective regarding this animal. More than three months later, the strangeness continues.
Their zeal is both ridiculous and endearing. The truth is, the more time you spend around them, the less of the former and the more of the latter you feel, which could be because their goodness is contagious or because, after a steady diet of increasing wackiness, everything seems reasonable. But that still doesn't explain it. What makes so many people rearrange their entire lives for a horse they've never met? Why this horse? Why now?