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| Went to the Preakness around 2002. Year War Emblem won the Derby and Preakness, but couldn’t manage the triple crown. Was down on the infield in a tent set up with betting and bartenders all day. My wife got so drunk on black eyed Susan’s she almost missed the big race. I have a picture of her with her forehead on the table and arms dangling at her sides, completely passed out. Every race has their own drink. It is a spectical to see in person for sure. | |
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