Pre-mixed Bourbon and Coke: Yeah, I got one on my car

"'I'll Back it!' The Life man screamed. He was losing his grip on the bar, sinking slowly to his knees, but still speaking with definite authority: 'This is a magic moment in sport! It may never come again!' Then his voice seemed to break. 'I once did the Triple Crown,' he muttered. 'But it was nothing like this.'

The frog-eyed woman clawed feverishly at his belt. 'Stand up!' she pleaded. 'Please stand up! You'd be a very handsome man if you'd just stand up!'

He laughed distractedly. 'Listen, madam,' he snapped. 'I'm damn near intolerably handsome down here where I am. You'd go crazy if I stood up!'

. . . Outside . . . the flag went down and these ten poor buggers popped their clutches and zoomed into the first turn, all together, then somebody grabbed the lead, and a cheer went up as the rider screwed it on and disappeared in a cloud of dust.

'Well, that's that,' somebody said. 'They'll be back around in an hour or so. Let's go back to the bar.'"

Today, we went to Keeneland. Horse racing is very big in these parts. And by big, I mean larger than Emerald Downs by a magnitude of 10.