If this were a merciful world, and let’s pretend that it is, that would have been the final running of the San Juan Capistrano last Sunday at Santa Anita Park. The race needs to be put out of its misery. Devalued, downgraded, and roundly ignored, what was once the aesthetic pinnacle of West Coast grass racing has become a ghost, a remnant, whatever it is that comes after an afterthought.