The similarities with Thunder Gulch were in my mind as I was punching a big fat win ticket on Bluegrass Cat. The similarities with Invisible Ink were more obvious a bit later as I was cashing my pitifully modest place bet.

While filing out of Belmont with the faithful, the anticipation of a potential bounce candidate at 1-2 in the Preakness couldn't even put a dent in my annual postpartum depression. I conceived yet another derby loser, this year with a dream trip & a solid run. These are the times when I most appreciate the schnauzer-like unconditional devotion of my girlfriend, who has no concept of derby fever or the short-sighted wagering strategy I applied on the race. When we reached the car it hit me just what the moment called for; I drove straight to Bed Bath & Beyond, disgustingly dropped the proceeds on her lap and told her to go to town, hoping at least one of us gets some satisfaction from the events of the day.