Fourteen horses died right before a polo match in West Palm Beach, Florida yesterday. No word yet on whether the horses were drinking Kool-Aid while wearing Nikes.

Two horses initially collapsed, and as vets and team officials scrambled to revive them, five others became dizzy, said Tim O’Connor, spokesman for the polo club.

The cause of the deaths has not been determined, and necropsies and blood tests were underway, he said.

O’Connor said each team brings between 40 to 60 horses for matches, and they are continuously switched out throughout a match to keep the horses from overexerting themselves.

It’s good to keep spare horses handy, you know, in case 14 of them just up and die on you. I heard that Mitch Albom once wrote a short story about a horse he visited once in Grosse Pointe; he and the horse had a quiet, romantic evening together. And then Mitch woke up in the barn and the horse was gone. All he left was a half-eaten carrot. And memories. Ah, such wonderful memories.