I have a cousin who has gone to every Derby for at least the last 20 to 25 years. His year revolves around that weekend. Same group of guys do it every year. I went with them in 2004 -- Smarty Jones. The Derby was on my bucket list and he made it happen for me. It was one of the most fun weekends I have ever had. Needless to say, this year just sucked for him and his crew.
I have been doing so little since the pandemic. And I have been alone for the last few weeks with my better half having gone to see her parents.
My cousin called me up last weekend, knowing I am alone. They were getting together at Monmouth Park in NJ for racing yesterday -- making the best of it. He asked me if I wanted to meet up with them. I was pretty apprehensive about it, wasn't sure it was a good idea. The track said they were limiting capacity to 25 percent, temp checks, masks required, but I know most people are idiots and I had a feeling it could be a ****show. I decided to go, telling myself if I was uncomfortable, I could always leave.
It wasn't quite as bad as my worst fears, but still a lot of idiots getting too much in my personal space, a good many of them not wearing masks once inside etc.
I decided to bet only the races at Monmouth and ignore Churchill Downs until the Derby. It's a weird track. The quality of the horses is pretty weak, and with a relatively small crowd, the odds were meaningless -- every race was a total crapshoot with longshots having as much chance as the supposed favorites. It took me 2 races to figure that out, and then I got lucky and picked a triple and 3 exactas, to come home with some money. Small bets, it was complete luck.
On the Derby, we threw some longshots in with Tiz, trying to win a triple. It didn't matter because none of us were on Authentic or Mr. Big News. One of the guys I was with had the 10 horse that was scratched on a stack of tickets, and I felt bad for him having only a short time to cancel them out and re-bet. I am glad the horse is OK.
F'in Baffert.