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APR 2012

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138 REASONS WE LOVE DERBY No. 6: It provides an excuse for tacking a horse banner to your porch. The week before my first Derby in Louisville, the Genuine Risk Derby, I found a silk women's scarf with a horse's head bordered in red at a yard sale. Pinned it to our porch overhang on Hite Avenue and for the first time felt like a Louisvillian. — JW No.7: God watches Derby. A COLD, IMPLACABLE DRIZZLE HAD turned our palms into soggy prunes by noon. My friends and I were in the Infield as always, on a knoll that slopes, then slightly rises, toward that familiar bank of aqua-colored portable toilets. Te slope-then-rise formed a muddy canal that barefoot-shirtless-pantless members of both sexes were using as a Slip 'n Slide. It was as if a giant spackling knife had smeared thick mud onto their 90-percent naked bodies. Te mob typically doesn't start scaling the port-a-potties and charging across their tops, dodging sailing cans of unopened beers, until an hour or so before Derby post time, but already one man — was he dressed like a leprechaun? I think he was dressed like a leprechaun — had attempted to do so, slip- ping and toppling to the soppy earth. Every- body cheered. Again: noon. It was 2010, the year Super Saver won in ILLUSTRATION BY ROBBY DAVIS PHOTO BY GAIL KAMENISH [12] LOUISVILLE MAGAZINE 4.12 No. 8: Early morning on the backside, identifying Derby horses by their yellow saddle towels. the slop, and at first our group was 11-strong. Four filthy and defeated friends left Churchill Downs a solid two hours before the Derby, unable to walk, not because they were drunk (although they were) but because the slick mud might as well have been a frozen pond. My wife and two others sought shelter in the enclosed Infield club. One guy was off selling "iPonchos" (i.e., plastic baggies) for a buck a pop. Tat left me with two buddies I've known since I was a kid. We had no chairs or blan- kets, no trash bags doubling as rain slickers. We literally just stood there, our saturated socks making our feet look like our hands. We fought off pneumonia with another round of juleps. I don't remember how the discus- sion began, but soon we were talking about our alma mater, Ohio University, with some poncho-wearing folks who'd graduated from the college about two decades before we had. Te husky-voiced woman said, "Is the Blue Gator still a bar? I fell down that looong flight of stairs there once and knocked out my front teeth." Te only dry thing I saw all day was the joint they were smoking. Ten, as race time neared, God wanted clear sightlines to Louisville. Te singing of "My Old Kentucky Home" usually doesn't move me for two reasons: 1) I'm from Cincinnati, and 2) Back in the day, the lyrics included the word "darkies." But on that afternoon, my favorite Derby memory of all time occurred right as the people began to sing, "Te sun shines bright...." Just then, the exhaust-colored sky cracked apart and a yolky sun spilled into the opening. We cheered as if a leprechaun had fallen off a port-a-potty. Tat was not a tear in my eye. It was a raindrop. — Josh Moss

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