Michael Matz murdered Barbaro. The “trainer,” whose background was as a steeplechase rider, had decided to saddle Barbaro in a completely different manner before the Preakness on May 20, 2006, than he had before his other races, including the Kentucky Derby, disorienting the poor horse. Barbaro had won the Kentucky Derby and was favored to be the first Triple Crown of racing winner since Affirmed in 1978. He had won the Kentucky Derby by 6 1/2 lengths, the biggest margin in a half a century since Assault’s 8-length victory in 1946, and many expected him to not only win the Triple Crown but to accomplish feats unprecedented in the history of thoroughbred racing. That would mean untold millions for the owners, breeding with 100 or more mares each year, and prestige and a nice salary increase for Mr. Matz. Barbaro stood in the gates, and then lurched forward against the still closed restraining metal gate with the force of a 1200 to 1300 pound animal. The horses were removed from the gate and Barbaro walked around. No one examined him, despite later claims to the contrary. I know. I watched it on television.
Metz stood in the stands. Any moron with a 50 I.Q. knew that the precision racing machine had to have been injured physically, at least bruised, and dizzy and woozy from banging his head fiercely against the metal gate. Yet, Matz remembered the purse and the salary increase and the prestige and the stud fees. He did nothing. I remember screaming at the television, “Scratch him, scratch him.” [edit] The mega-millionaire [edit] owners, Gretchen and Roy Jackson, were in the stands. Today they mourn Barbara as if he had been a member of their family, yet the millions dancing in their heads took precedence over their years of horse-owing experience telling them that Barbaro should not run and greed won over compassion. Stand up and scream, “Scratch him, scratch him!” The television cameras would have caught the frenzy in the stands and the jockey Edgar Prado would have dismounted.
The race began and 100 yards later, just a couple dozen steps, Barbaro’s tried to retain his balance on three legs in a pitifully wrenching sight, his right rear ankle shattered. Ruffian had not been enough for me to reject horse racing as barbaric. The date that Michael Matz and the Jacksons murdered Barbaro, however, I vowed never to watch a horse race again. Surgery led to an incurable hoof disease and Barbaro’s life was ended on January 29, 2007. The chief of surgery said that he doesn’t often see such catastrophic injuries. Most such horses are automatically just euthanized on the track, lacking the economic value to justify the surgery and rehabilitation. Barbaro was potentially very valuable. Remember Barbaro, murdered by the greed of the horse racing industry and Michael Matz, the [edit] steeplechase rider, and the greed-motivated owners Gretchen and Roy Jackson on May 20, 2006, murdered at age 3 years and 9 months (April 29, 2003 – January 29, 2007).