Years from now, I plan to sit my kids down (appropriately after yet another family outing to the local OTB) and tell them the tale of the most dangerous sporting event I ever went to. This story will have nothing to do with the hoards of Yankees-Red Sox games I’ve attended. Even at there most explosive, those games pale in comparison to the 2008 Preakness.

Last year, I did a three-part blog series for Yahoo! Sports chronicling the three trips I made to the sites of the Triple Crown of Thoroughbred Racing. It was an ultimate sports odyssey, only problem is that the second leg in Pimlico has nothing to do with sports (see my full post on The Preakness on Yahoo!)….

After conquering the Derby, I felt sufficiently conditioned to take on the Preakness. But, now, after taking down the Preakness, I’m wondering if I didn’t inadvertently test out of the first year of SWAT school. Louisville gets wild no doubt, but Preakness has one speed: zero to volatility, in an instant. To its credit, the Kentucky Derby was also impressively reckless. This, however, is Gomorrah…

You think I’m joking? I am not joking. Let’s take a look at some of the more memorable moments of Preakness past…

(more…)

Gotta tip my hat, and twittersource J.E. Skeets (Balls Don’t Lie), a man who shares my affinity for the Obama throwback.

The Scarebear, clever in concept…

…Awesome in t-shirt.

Link:

Snorgtees.com

Check out my post on Yahoo! Sports about the Preakness…an event which showed me a new form of depravity this weekend, and has nothing to do with horse racing.

Made it home in one disheveled piece from Louisville. Go check out my post on Yahoo! Sports about the journey from New York to Louisville by way of Columbus, OH. I didn’t get it to Jamie at Yahoo! until late Monday afternoon due to my demented state.

I’ll be posting on Yahoo! again for the second leg of the Triple crown at the Preakness in two weeks. If there is any conceivable way you can get to Baltimore on Saturday, May 17, it would be irresponsible for you not to go.

A few additional Derby Odds & Ends (and check out all my photos in this flickr album):

We posted up at Ohio State (a mere 2.5 hours from Louisville) for the weekend.

I thought I knew about college partying…these kids make me look like a seminarian. As you can see, their football stadium seats a few people. According to my hosts, tickets for an Ohio State vs. Youngstown State game will go for $200.

In my four years at Fordham University, I went to one football game. That game, I’m pretty sure the highlight for everyone there was me and my buddy Bob facing off in the field goal competition at half time. After he put three 20-yarders through the up-rights, I went an embarrassing 0-3, kicking in bare feet. People. Were. Booing.

My advise to those of you still and college. Don’t graduate in four years. Stay for like eight, nine. Fail a few classes, immediately.

In reading up on the Derby going into the weekend, I noticed that they love to report on the lineage of the horses. For instance, they were giving Recapturetheglory a fighting chance because he was sired by a relative of Secratariat. And that is the term they always throw out: sired (it sounds sort of evil, right?). You don’t hear about siring in any other sport…except maybe bull-riding.

Sometime in the near future Ken Griffey Jr. is going to hit his 600th home run. And you heard it here first, Junior was sired by Ken Griffey Sr. – a ballplayer who himself had over 150 home runs and averaged just under .300.

I’ll let these videos speak for themselves. As you will realize, I had a much better view of the mud soccer game than I did of the Derby race.

Tomorrow I embark on what is sure to be a memorable trip to say the least when my good buddy Bley and I set forth from Queens, NY for Louisville, KY and the 134th running of the Kentucky Derby.

I’m teeming with excitement. I can’t remember being this jacked up on a Wednesday since…well, ever.

I’ve arranged with Jamie Mottram at Yahoo! Sports to do a blog post on Y! Sports Blogs recounting the experience that should hit interweb newstands Monday morning.

Here’s a portion of the itinerary that I sent Jamie late last week…

As of this time next week, I’ll be en route to Louisville, KY for the 134th running of the Kentucky Derby. Here’s my rough itinerary for the journey:

• Wednesday, April 31, Midnight: Paycheck hits checking account; man, I love direct deposit.
• Thursday, May 1, 10 a.m. Eastern Standard: Depart Queens, NY. Former college roommate, the honorable Bley, esq. at the helm of the Dodge Charger.
• Thu. May 1, Dusk: Arrive at the Ohio State University. See what all the hullabaloo about this place really is. Bring (and/or join) the ruckus.
• Friday, May 2, Noonish EST: Embark for Louisville, KY. Approximately 180 miles from Columbus. What lies in between? Only god knows. My main goal would be to pick up Chad Johnson & Chris Henry in Cincinnati, but who knows if they even like hanging out with each other?
• Friday Night, May 2: Arrive in Louisville, KY, knowing nobody, find a place to crash. Really excited about this part of the trip. (note: Bley has since secured a hotel. I can’t imagine it’s a nice one).
• Saturday, in the a.m., May 3: Don seersucker. Set-up shop at Church Hill Downs. Devour the Derby.
• Sunday, May 4: schlep back to NYC. Reflect.
• Monday, May 5: recovery day.

Just writing this itinerary got me real fired up, and now, I’m listening to Ace of Spades by Motörhead. The full details of this trip, I can only imagine.

I plan to be a skilled professional in the arts of the mint julep, the double exacta box, the triple exacta box, and the southern belle by close of business on Saturday, May 3rd.

The early lines are in for the running of the roses, and Big Brown is the morning line favorite at 3-1. BB drew number 16 (out of 20) in the post position selection order however, and might have to break from the outside gates on Saturday.

That makes no sense? I’d suggest relaxing until Saturday (unless you’re going to bet the farm) before you start thinking about this. In the meantime, check out an old Hunter S. Thompson essay on the scene at the Derby.