Breaking: Barbaro, 2003-2007
KENNETT SQUARE, Pa. (AP) - Co-owner Roy Jackson says Kentucky Derby winner Barbaro has been euthanized.
We tip our hats to you today, buddy.
Bob Dylan: “All The Tired Horses” [mp3]
Related: Wikipedia: Barbaro
9 Responses to “Breaking: Barbaro, 2003-2007”
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January 29th, 2007 at 1:52 pm
they only keep him alive for sperm
January 29th, 2007 at 2:48 pm
As cruel as horse racing is, and as hard a life as Barbaro led, I’ll still take my local heroes any way I can get em.
Rest in peace, big guy.
January 29th, 2007 at 3:03 pm
In response to Adam:
According to a caller to the Rush Limbaugh show a few moments ago- sperm cannot be harversted from thoroughbred horses. Insemination must be done the traditional way.
January 29th, 2007 at 3:12 pm
That poor horse suffered more than any other horse since the invention of gunpowder. Poor guy.
January 29th, 2007 at 3:45 pm
Sperm can be collected from thoroughbreds for insemination, but under the Jockey Club rules a foal can only be recognized if it was the result of “live breeding” (aka the old fashioned way). It’s not a biological thing, though. Just you know, FYI. I also think that a horse like Barbaro probably had a really nice life and was treated very well.
January 29th, 2007 at 3:58 pm
If I may be excused for waxing poetic:
To an Athlete Dying Young
by A. E. Housman
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields were glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl’s.
January 29th, 2007 at 4:17 pm
thats fucked, they cant just collect the champ’s jizm? it has to be dicks-going-in traditional horse style? jockeys are so fucking lame (((( maybe thats why they’re trying to save his legs, so he can still mount a few Fillys. or if by “traditional way” the jockeys meant like love and marriage? fucking jockeys are sick.
January 29th, 2007 at 7:57 pm
actually the rule that requires real live horse boinkin’ for thoroughbred breeding has to do with making sure the sample doesn’t get messed with, or that someone doesn’t, say, siphon off a bit to use for freeeeeeeeee. keep out the middleman, as it were.
January 30th, 2007 at 12:39 am
Citizen Mom? J-Press? Sure are a lot o peeps from the Phawker camp posting on Philebrity today. It almost makes me wonder what you’re doing on here when you should be digging for relevant content … Ooooooh, wait a minute. I get it. Carry on.