Black eyes and slap fights in busy bars are pretty much the funniest things ever. That and telling every Cubs fan you see that you think their squad is garbage. I only got one good response. It was, "Go fuck yourself!" It was the only answer that I respected all day. Most of those losers were like, "Yeah. I know. This may be our year though. Soriano's hurt now. Just wait til he gets back." I was begging a Cubs fan to hit me in the face all day long. Turns out I had to settle for a stiff right jab from one Michael Patrick Dolan. I will be paying dearly karma-wise for the rest of the year for many of my actions/words in bars around Louisville. For the most part though, I think i was tipping enough to maybe balance it out a bit.
Apparently a horse died in the derby race. I found out about this the next day as I didn't see a single horse all day on Saturday. Not even an image of a horse on a screen. That's how cool the KY Derby is. The horses are a complete afterthought to the debauchery and comaraderie shared by my friends, myself, and anyone with the good sense to not wear a Cubs shirt to a big event. Use it, abuse it, put it away wet, get it out again tomorrow. Getchu some! Get after it! Do somethin with it!
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