P P Horse Jockey Trailmix Odds
1 Multiplier Joel Rosario 30/1
2 Cloud Computing Javier Castellano 12/1
3 Hence Florent Geroux 20/1
4 Always Dreaming John Velazquez Blue Bronc 4/5
5 Classic Empire Julien Leparoux Renee/Pogo 3/1
6 Gunnevera Mike Smith Patd 15/1
7 Term of Art Doug O’Neil Jamie 30/1
8 Senior Investment Ken McPeek 30/1
9 Lookin at Lee Corey Lanerie Jamie 10/1
10 Conquest Mo Money Jorge Carreno 15/1
Horse of the Year 2009
On Friday, the ladies watching will wear pink hats and another beautiful lady will wear pink lilies.
The first running of the Kentucky Oaks was on May 19, 1875 when Churchill Downs was known as the Louisville Jockey Club. The race was founded by Meriwether Lewis Clark, Jr. (grandson of Lewis Clark of the Lewis & Clark expedition) along with the Kentucky Derby.
The Oaks and Derby are held on the first Friday and Saturday in May. The two races are the oldest continuously run races and the only horse races to be held at their original site since conception.
While the mint julep is the drink of the Derby, the Oaks official cocktail is much prettier and equally as potent.
- 1 1/4 oz. GREY GOOSE® Vodka
- 1 oz. Sweet and Sour Mix
- 1/4 oz. Triple Sec
- 3 oz. Cranberry Juice
- Mix ingredients and pour into stemless wine glass with crushed ice and garnish with a blackberry and lemon wedge.
Here we go again with tell me a story. I was just watching an old video of Frank Sinatra, Liza Minnelli, and Sammy Davis, jr. in The Ultimate Event. If you have never seen a tape of this show, make the effort as it truly is three giants at the top of their game. The range of the songs come from Broadway to Booze. One of the more obscure songs is “The World Goes Round” all about the ups and down of life
So tell me a story about your down or your up. I’ll trade with mine.
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
By William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.