Goldfish: The Rodney Dangerfields of the pet world. They get no respect. Often kept in less-than-stellar accommodations (the simple goldfish bowl is a bit of a misnomer, because as a goldfish home, it really sucks) only to be forgotten by their young owners, they often check out early to the great aquarium in the sky. Flushed in stealth, goldy often goes unmourned and unnamed, unless, that is, he was purchased to be eaten by something bigger.
Now it appears people are taking a second look at goldfish: bar owners. Goldfish racing, complete with light up tracks, squirt guns, and prize money, is earning popularity across the country as the next thing in bar entertainment. Participants choose a feeder goldfish, name it, and then compete against other patrons bracket-style, urging their underwater steed on to glory with water jets produced by squirt guns or straws.