It was either this or womens golf
Kentucky Derby day and I'm in Tulsa, Oklahoma doing shows. My friend, Bob Costas, is covering the event on NBC. As I start this entry it's about 40 minutes until race time. I wasn't going to write anything but something unbelievable happened a few minutes ago. As they were walking Big Brown from a stable to probably some other stable, a grown man could be heard in the background singing, "Overrrr-raaated!" Yeah, take that horse! You and your 5-2 odds can suck it! Sure none of these horses even give a shit about winning (even the intellectual Big Brown). I can't decide if I like Big Brown's trainer/owner/whatever the hell he is. He's very cocky and with an hour of pregame coverage for 2 minutes of action we almost need it.
-Ahh, a promo about the Olympics. They're sure to be an awesome disaster.
-I've got Visionare at 23-1 (I promise I typed this well before race time)
-There's a voting contest for favorite hat. Why?
-Turns out Visionare's owner owned Barbaro...they just asked him if Visionaire belongs in the race...not a good sign.
-No one is going to read this until late August
-Big Brown is not handling the environment very well--uh oh! He couldn't handle the overrated chants afterall.
-"Much the best? Why do they keep saying that?" Exacto 20-19 by one dumbass announcer.
-How does one pronounce "Gayego?"
-My friend Jim AND Reader Wise have picked Pyro. Jim is the luckiest person I know, Reader Wise...the opposite.
Let's see what happens...