In 2002, Secret Intention was a hot 8-year-old Thoroughbred who had just won a steeplechase, but was not fast enough to make it a career. Prior to that try at steeplechasing, his life was spent at the flat track. When I got on him, he threw me off. As I trotted him over a fence, he threw me off. He had one watch eye, four white socks and an attitude. It took me half an hour to load him. As we drove away and I listened to him kick the trailer wall, I wondered why I had bought him.

Today, he's without a doubt the finest horse I have ever owned.

How many of us have gone horse shopping and had a horse presented that "didn't have the moves for dressage," or "didn't have the jump for the show ring," or "was too hot for a hack horse," but "would make an excellent event horse."

At one time, the ranks of Eventing were filled with these dressage, hunter and hacking rejects. We knew little about their race record, nor did we care. All we knew was that they had come into our care for only a fraction of their original pre-race price, and now they were priceless.

We laughed at the head toss and the buck in dressage, knowing we would make up the points lost to those steady warmbloods with our fast and clean cross-county run. While the warmbloods huffed and puffed their way around the steeplechase, racking up penalty points like a slot-machine gone nuts, Thoroughbreds were in seventh heaven flying effortlessly over fences and around the courses.

In days of old, one didn't have to take out a second mortgage on the farm for a new mount to be competitive. Because cost was never really an issue, the ranks of the sport were open to any rider with the will to do it and the brains to follow through. You didn't have to be rich to be good. Eventing was the ultimate egalitarian equestrian sport.

For the castoffs from the tracks, Eventing was their back up career, their Plan C (steeplechasing usually the Plan B). Eventing gave a purpose to that speed. Maybe they didn't have the speed for the track, but it sure was useful in Eventing. Eventing gave these race-track rejects a second purpose, a chance for glory. It required stamina, ability, heart, and most of all brains. Sadly, those days seem to be fading.

Slowly, Eventing has been shifting to favor the warm-bloods and heavier mixed breeds. I personally never did understand the addition of the second 10 minute hold box at a three day—other than to level the cross country phases playing field for the warmbloods—to give them time to recover—something the Thoroughbreds didn't and don't need.

Having lost their natural edge on the cross country phase, dressage has become the deciding factor in many events. The outright elimination of the steeplechase phase in the Olympic format will only increase the weighting on the dressage phase, putting upward pressure on the price of success.

The recent modifications to the format of the Olympic event only further erode the Thoroughbred's chances, weighing the odds even more against our fleet-footed friend.

As dressage scores increasingly come to dominate the sport, riders will no longer head to the local race track for their next mount. Bidding wars for a horse that can win the dressage phases will start, indeed, already have started. It'll not take long for Eventers to realize that one's ranking at the end of the day is reflective of the price one paid for the horse. And many, unable to bear the increasing costs to be competitive, will choose not to participate.

Which brings me back to my loony ex-race horse—had I not come along, what would have been his fate? What will become of all the racehorses? Who's going to put up with all their shenanigans when their speed and endurance no longer give them an edge?

I was proud of our sport for being able to offer a second chance, for "recycling," for being a sport that found some-thing good in something old.

I like being part of a sport that put higher value in what was in a horse's heart, mind, and spirit, than in his pedigree. I liked being in a sport where a kid without two nickels to rub together had the same chance of winning as one born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

The race track is not going to cease producing horses, and thus there will always be race-track rejects. What will be-come of these off-casts in our increasingly disposable, throw-away world? I cast my vote in favor of keeping the steeple-chase phase, and while we're at it, let's deep six the extra 10 minute hold box, and in doing so, give a second chance to all the Secret Intentions of the world and hope to every kid, rich or poor, that they too can one day represent the U.S. at a 'real' Olympic Three Day Event.

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