The first time he saw Seabiscuit, the colt was walkingthrough the fog at 5 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?

He was a small horse, barely 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.

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.

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.

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...and enjoyed lolling for hours
under the boughs of thejuniper trees.

His other great talent 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 and 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 he was three years old 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 $2000

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.

Answer these questions on the P.S.A Squad!!!

Best Trainer?

Worst Trainer?

The Joker?

Hardman?

Best Dress Sense?

Worst Dress Sense?

Most Aggresive?

Most Negative?

Most Positive?

And who's the longest in the shower?