Thereâ€™s first, and thereâ€™s worst: You might pick the winner. Can you say which horses will bring up the rear?
When you get tired of the relentless Kentucky Derby hype and want to have a little fun, sit down with a couple of your friends and try to pick the horse that will finish last on Saturday at Churchill Downs. Understand, this is different than trying to pick the worst horse in the field. Sometimes, due to the vagaries of racing luck, the last-place Derby horse is just the one that had the worst trip.
Late on the afternoon of April 19, Arena Authority Chairman W. James Host, accompanied by five suits with big titles, appeared before the finance committee of the Louisville Metro Council to make the case for building a downtown arena at the LG&E site instead of the old Water Company site.
Wha happened? Back when they were just amateurs, playing hoops for the sheer love of the game and dear ol’ alma mammy, weren’t Dwyane Wade and Reece Gaines about the same? Well, the former Card looks three and done. Three NBA teams in three years and not much of a future in the league. He’s totaled 123 points for his career. Which is a mere 4,762 less than his former Marquette rival. Go figure.
Suzanne Collett is 24 years old, with short black hair and a baby’s face. She has two daughters, a toddler who bounces over the ground like a marionette, and a stroller-bound 14-month-old. For the last month they’ve been living at Volunteers of America, a non-profit faith-based organization that helps people who’ve undergone hardships like Collett’s.
“They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?” is the title of a terrific book and movie. It is also reality for some unfortunate thoroughbreds, those top-of-the-line athletes we are used to seeing in Kentucky. The best-known example of the needless killing of a racehorse is the case of 1986 Kentucky Derby winner Ferdinand, who died in a Japanese slaughterhouse in 2002.
I’ve pored over the list of celebrities — and I use that term loosely — who will attend this year’s Derby and, frankly, I’m underwhelmed. Sorry, folks, but it’s definitely the B list. It’s heavy on has-beens, wannabes and others who dwell on Hollywood’s fringe. Mostly, it’s the same freeloaders who show up every year to suck up our hospitality but leave without buying so much as a country-ham sandwich, much less a race horse.
As a player and playboy at Notre Dame and with the Green Bay Packers of the NFL, Paul Hornung sometimes seemed larger than life. Now he really is. At least, the new bronze statue honoring him will be. The official unveiling will be at 5:30 p.m. on Saturday, June 2, outside Slugger Field at the corner of Witherspoon and Preston.
Ramped up: Possible closure of Third Street exit invokes terms like â€˜aestheticsâ€™ and â€˜functionalityâ€™
It’s quickly becoming the chorus to America’s drive-time soundtrack: Gas prices went up again today. The most recent jumps occurred because, as of last week, a barrel of oil topped $75. Some analysts predict that by summer’s end we’ll pay around $4 for a gallon of gas, not just on the coasts but in the Midwest, too. Clearly this is a problem that’s not going away.
You’re nuts and so are youA U of L biochemist launched a company to market a test he invented that will tell people whether they’re likely to develop schizophrenia. While there’s currently no cure, the professor believes people will want to know their propensity to develop the mental disease and there’s probably good money in it because each customer potentially represents multiple sales.
Bird artist Ray Harm’s limited-edition print featuring two cardinals is now for sale and will benefit U of L’s J. Graham Brown Cancer Center. He will sign the print during U of L graduation events on May 12-13. Call 852-7768 to pre-register to purchase the $125 print.