I’m still trying to get used to the fact that Mine That Bird won the Derby, paid a gazillion dollars, and I didn’t bet on it. Maybe it was because I hadn’t even heard of him before post time.
The day after the race, one of the local stations replayed an interview taped with a woman at Churchill Downs before the Derby. When asked who she was betting on, she replied, “I got pooped on on by a bird, so I’m going with Mine That Bird. It’s a sign. Trust me, that horse is going to win.”
She’ll probably even have a little something left over after she pays the dry cleaning bill.
