I still think there is something wrong with the breeding of today's thoroughbreds. The horses of 50 years ago could carry heavier weights for longer distances and did not break down as quickly. Even with all of the advances of equine veterinary medicine today, horses today just don't seem to be able to match the feats of their predecessors. (And it's not just the money involved in the breeding rights either!)
It's called 'inbreeding to the Phalaris line.' I firmly believe this obsession with trying to breed another Secretariat by inbreeding like crazy, plus nicking Mr. Prospector/Secretariat lines, is creating horses like Fussy Itchy Pegasus--big, muscled, gorgeous, and with ankles made of glass. Especially since the horses are absolutely babied compared to the mid-twentieth century--better surfaces, fewer races, more medications. And yet, Citation came back at five after an injury and while he wasn't the same as he was at three, he could still have 'won carrying the grandstand', as one writer put it. (I join those who believe Citation was the greatest of the Triple Crown winners and in a fair race between all the TC winners of the past, he would win, with Seattle Slew, Secretariat, and War Admiral duking it out for second. Back of the pack would be fluke winners Omaha and Sir Barton, who allegedly had to be coked to the gills to run. Oh, and on a fair modern track, Man O' War could beat every last one of them.)
Also, of course, there's the millions at stake if they keep racing a colt and he ends up breaking something so badly he has to be put down--the money in stud syndications is so high the temptation's got to be overwhelming to just retire as fast as possible.
I remeber sobbing through the end of the match race and thinking that the trainer of her opponent showed no class with his comments after her valient and tragic death. She was one of the great athletes of her time, human or equine.
I remember Ruffian. I think I was 6 when she ran that last race.
Breyer horses rock! My sister and I just gave our three neices all of our Breyers (after picking out a couple of sentimental favorites to keep). Of course, my sister's are all in perfect condition, while mine...aren't.
I love Breyer horses! I have around 40 and the last one I bought was the Black Arabian Stallion.
Some of mine:
Lonesome Glory--good rendition of the actual horse. Kudos to Breyer.
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Cigar--the head is a little big and the stride unnatural, but only so it will stand. Beautiful.
John Henry--lumpy, but very pretty. I like his pose, and at least the model won't bite like the actual horse
Man 'O War--the big model. Pretty and majestic, just like the real one.
Secretariat--puny and plain for the "Greatest of all." The color is accurate, though. He is is need of a new model.
Huckleberry Bey--very much like the photos of the famous Arabian.
Halla--very ladylike.
Running Black Beauty--he got alot of play from me. One of my favorites. Mine is unique because he has four white socks instead of one.
Stud Spider--again, one of my favorites.
Yellow Mount--he and Lady Phase had a thing for eachother.
Proud Arabian Stallion and Proud Arabian Mare--my stallion is that rich mahogany bay. Very majestic and reminds me of Bey Shah. The mare is dappled grey and one of the firsts I ever owned (thanks Grandma Ann!).