Your Derby 134 Wrap-up

Sure you know how it ends, but you haven't been treated to mundane infield pictures yet! Greetings from a still sunburned and not still hungover anymore viewer of the 134th run for the roses. Observe clutched in my sausage fingers the worst Derby picks ever.


My horses finished from 6th through 14th. Fortunately, I'm cheap, so I only lost the monetary equivalent of two juleps. I also didn't make any money off the filly, so I can sleep with a clear conscience (more on that later). The day turned out to be a lot nicer than the previous day, but the infield was incredibly muddy in spots. You can find mud wrestling pics out there in the internet, but I'm way to highbrow to look at share them.


Like I mentioned a few years back, the infield crowd can be overwhelming






I'm sure to the rich people next to the spires, we looked like ants. But behaved much less socially productive.


This is the only glimpse of the Derby we got from the backstretch




So we "missed out" on seeing Eight Belles collapse and the resultant horrible ending.



For us, the worst part was the non-moving mass of people jammed at the exit for an hour. The crowd wasn't that bad, except for the drunk idiots next to us that kept getting into a fight. At one point, this one guy got jumped by two jerks who smashed a julep glass over his head. Of course, at this point the multitudes of law enforcement that had been around all day were totally non-existent. I would have taken a picture of the carnage, but I was too buy trying to not get batshit-crazy-belligerent-drunk-hick blood on me or my friends (with mixed results). Frankly, it was slightly less jarring than rubbing shoulders with OJ.