I had my Kentucky Derby horse. And it would have been perfect.
A beer-related name. Trained by Bob Baffert, who is my guy. And he would have worn the silks of co-owner Michael Pegram — a big MP, which, by the way, ARE MY INITIALS AS WELL.
Hoppertunity would have been a solid choice too, opening betting after the announcement of post positions at 6-1. But after he limped through a practice run on Thursday, Baffert withdrew him from the race.
And left me without my most simpatico Derby choice ever.
That’s OK, though. Perhaps this is the right year to Dance With Fate instead.