I am on a beach vacation right now and have tried to pretend that I do not have full internet capabilities, but I began to have nightmares of all the meals and photographs collecting dust and unaired for all to see. What? Before I left I carefully chose and edited down the photographs I thought I would use to depict that which was Preakness Day. But somehow in the drive to NC, I have completely lost that piece of paper and far too lazy to spend the dedicated time to be similarly thorough a second time. So here, folks, you get a slew of Preakness photos starting at the end and working back to the beginning. Could I do it differently? Yes. Am I? Well clearly not. Here is Shackleford a few furlongs away from winning the Preakness. I love how there really is a second when a horse is running and all four of its feet are in the air. Neat-o.
The Preakness beginning. Just having gone through all the photos quickly, I was surprised to learn that Shackleford was in the front of the bunch from the starting gate all the way til the end. Or maybe he pulled back a little and then surged again. Often if a horse I bet on is in the front clump at the beginning of the race, I'm fairly certain that they'll be at the back by the finish line. So well done Shackleford. I lost more than I won, but I did have the exacta.
This dude's job was mainly to sit on a chair all day and make sure no one went up or down a flight of stairs. I'm sure if there had been rowdiness or fights he may have tried to clean it up, but mainly he sat and, from the look of it, got sunburned.
I forget exactly what task these guys did, but the two on the right seem wiped and not all that happy while the two on the left seem tired but in good spirits. They didn't seem like the best of friends.
There were many worrisomely skinny rich women, take this woman for example. Yes, she's buff, but girl needs to eat some things. Look at her waist. It gives me the shivers. There are times when I'm jealous of the slender and sleek, but in this instance I just worried that these women were going to fall over. And I felt sad that some aspect of their lives (husbands/boyfriends?) compelled them to this level of crazy town. Or maybe their metabolisms are naturally that good. Scoff.
Never bet on a gray. They will lose, no matter how pretty you think they are.
So this is all before the Preakness, here is the woman who always interviews the winner on their horse after the race is done. Well, she doesn't interview the horse but the jockey, of course.
The ordered colored chaos of the saddling area.
Note the horse rearing. Everything was fine.
Pretty horse. Didn't win.
This is what I looked like.
This is something I saw in the sky. I wonder if Nancy said yest to Ozzie. I wonder if Nancy was a wee bit annoyed to be proposed to in such a public way.
Men and women came out of the sky. I took one million photographs of them, but here is one.
What it looked like inside.