I dare any of you native Kentuckians to hear this song and not get teary. It's pretty much impossible.
This will be my second year in a row to NOT be in my home state during the Kentucky Derby. I actually thought I would be there this Derby, but with the recent unexpected events in our family, and the two trips home, I knew I couldn't make it back so quickly.
Sooo many great Derby memories:They go way back to childhood when our whole family would have a big Derby party and we'd all "draw horses" from a hat. Our earnings were usually one or two dollars. Big gamblers! :)
I remember being intrigued by the horse "Unbridled" in 1990 - and then it won.
I'll never forget one of my earliest infield experiences with Zeke, Christie, and Peter. Wow, the things we saw! I don't even know if I saw a horse that year.
Then the year William and I were so poor that we decided to take the opportunity to work the Oaks and Derby as tellers (taking the bets). What an experience it was to be on the OTHER side of the window with a bunch of drunk, confused betters...most of whom considered you personally responsible if the horse they picked did not win, place or show. But, the perk was the great tips from those same happy gamblers who might have won a buck or two by getting in your line.
I'll always love the fact that, no matter what the odds are, William ALWAYS picks the winning horse. Always.
My favorite year was 2007 when we went again with Christie and Peter, but to the paddock. Ahhh...to actually dress the part. The dress, the hat, the shoes. Is there any other sporting event where you can go and feel rich even when you're not?!
Watching the tear-jerking stories of each horse's history and how they came to be a contender...the owner's story...the trainer's story...the jockey's story...all part of the Kentucky Derby tradition.
I think what I love to see the most is the way the Derby winner seems to "know" they won - it's in their prance when they finish the race.

So, this weekend, I'll be honoring my Kentucky pride from the state of Georgia...likely sipping on sweet tea instead of a mint julep (not that I ever could thoroughly enjoy a mint julep).
A tribute to the past decade of Kentucky Derby winners...
Charismatic - 1999Fusaichi Pegasus - 2000
Monarchos - 2001
War Emblem - 2002 (William picked this one early on)
Mine That Bird - 2009
Written by me in 2007, after returning from the Derby
I don't know what it is about Churchill Downs that gives me an incredible rush, but it just does. Yesterday was no exception.
As we drove up Southern Parkway toward the track, I started to get those excited butterflies in my stomach. They aren't the butterflies that make you want to be sick, they are the kind that make you think, "I'm about to part of something pretty incredible!"
Even as we were searching for one of those "cheap" $15 parking spots, I became a little preoccupied at the ladies (and guys) walking in dressed from head to toe in Derby attire. The hats are amazing! Soon after accepting a parking spot for $20, in the hopes that we would still have a car when we left, we made our way to Gate 10. This was going to be my first year of dressing up, wearing a hat, and NOT going to the crazy infield. You can imagine my excitement.
For those of you who have not been to the Downs, the Paddock area is usually where you hang out if you don't have actual seats in the Grandstand. So, that's where we headed to meet up with our friends. Even as we were walking to get to the Paddock, I was nearly skipping at the thought of, "I am actually going to see a horse." Wow! Even better, I just might see the Queen of England! (Or Bruce Willis, George Strait, Kid Rock) Any of those would do.
Well, we did see the Queen, and William saw Kid Rock. I passed a few famous athletes along the way, as well. But let me just say, being star struck is nothing compared to the feeling of watching the Kentucky Derby with my very own eyes. Having the absolute privilege of singing, "My Old Kentucky Home" with thousands of other people from all over the world, listening to everyone screaming for their horses because they literally bet their last dollars on the ones they swear are going to win it, hearing that famous trumpet call which tells you the horses are posting, and then seeing them open out of that gate and run like they've never run before. It's like magic.
If anyone wants to experience Kentucky, they need to experience the Kentucky Derby. You don't have to wear a hat and you don't have to drink a Mint Julep. You don't even have to pick the right horse (we sure didn't!). Just be a part of it - it's something special.















































