Seabiscuit Page #5
You goddamn sack-of-crap
old plater. Probably the
fastest you're gonna run
in your entire life,
you piece-of-sh*t
old glue-pot.
That's right.
The first time
he saw Seabiscuit,
the colt was walking
through the fog
at 5:
00 in the morning.Smith would say later
that the horse looked
right through him,
as if to say,
"What the hell
are you looking at?
"Who do you think you are?"
He was a small horse,
barely 15 hands.
He was hurting, too.
There was a limp in his walk,
a wheezing when he breathed.
Smith didn't pay
attention to that.
He was looking the horse
in the eye.
God damn.
He was the son of Hard Tack,
sired by the mighty
Man o' War.
But the breeding
did little to impress
anyone at Claiborne Farms.
Get rid of him.
At six months,
he was shipped off to train
with the legendary trainer
"Sunny" Fitzsimmons,
who, over time,
developed a similar opinion
of the colt.
ls that a racehorse
or a lead pony?
The judgment wasn't helped
by his gentle nature.
Where his sire
had been a fierce,
almost violent competitor,
Seabiscuit took to sleeping
for huge chunks of the day
under the boughs
of the juniper trees.
was eating.
Though half the size
of other colts,
Seabiscuit could frequently
eat twice as much.
Fitzsimmons decided
the horse was lazy
and felt sure he could train
the obstinance out of him.
l want you to hit him
as many times as you can
over a quarter of a mile.
When he didn't improve,
they decided
the colt was incorrigible.
They made him
a training partner
to better horses,
forcing him to lose
head-to-head duels
to boost the confidence
of the other animal.
By the time
Seabiscuit was struggling
in two cheap claiming
races a week.
Soon he grew as bitter
and angry as his sire
Hard Tack had been.
He was sold
for the rock-bottom price
of $2,000.
And, of course,
it all made sense.
Champions were large,
they were sleek,
they were
without imperfection.
When they finally did
race him, he did just what
they had trained him to do.
He lost.
What exactly is it
you like?
He's got spirit.
l'll say.
Can...
Can he be ridden?
Oh, sure.
Eventually.
He can be a little touchy.
Yeah, l got it.
No. Really.
l'm fine.
Jesus Christ!
That horse is nuts!
Come on!
Come on! Come on!
Let's go! Come on,
you sons of b*tches!
Let's go! Come on!
Let's go! Come on,
you sons of b*tches!
l'll take all of you!
Come on! Come on!
lt's okay.
l'm not afraid of you.
Sure. l know.
l know what you're all about.
You hungry?
Huh?
Yeah. Bet you are.
Come on. Come on, boy.
Yeah.
Why don't you just
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