"The judgement 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. Enjoyed lolling for hours under the burrs of the juniper tree. His other great talent was eating. Simmons decided the horse was lazy, and felt sure he could train it out of him. 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. Soon he grew as bitter and angry as his sire before him had been. He was sold for the rock bottom price of $2,000. And of course, it all made sense. Champions were large, sleek, and without imperfection. When they finally did race him, he did just what he was trained to do: he lost."
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