He was so much like his dad. Not just physically, but temperament, too. He was never a mean horse, but you wouldn’t turn your back on him, because he was always ready to go. If you were letting him out in the paddock, he was ready to go; if you were taking him to the breeding shed, he was ready to go; if you were taking him to his stall, he was ready to go. I loved him. I’ll be honest with you, I loved Danzig.