For me, this could be called The Lost Weekend. No, nothing like the 1945 movie with Ray Milland, but when the Kentucky Derby runs on Saturday and NASCAR races at Talladega on Sunday, it's a sure bet not much will get done on Farview Farm. That was the only sure bet for me, as I'd picked Firing Line to win in what has been called the longest four hours on TV for the fastest two minutes in racing. I really was rooting for Gary Stevens and he rode a good race and made American Pharoah work for his money at the finish line, but no cigar for Gary. Camille and Honey came up to watch the Run For the Roses. She brought mint for the obligatory mint julep, but we did not wear fancy hats this year. No one could have outdone Johnny Weir in that department. Dave was watching the Derby at a favorite watering hole in the valley and texted, "Who IS that guy?!" Now all eyes will turn to the Preakness on May 16 to see if Victor Espinoza will take the second jewel in the Triple Crown.
Yesterday I was thrilled by "And they're off!" Today I'll be waiting to hear Darrell Waltrip yell, "Boogity boogity boogity, let's go racing!"