I don’t know much about horse racing. I also don’t care much about horse racing.
But something about being in Lexington, Ky., for a fall football game on the same weekend when the horses are running at Keeneland is magical. I can’t explain why, but there is a pep in the step of every Kentucky fan you meet. There is a sense of pride that can’t be matched. So help me, I think they are as proud of Keeneland as they are of their bourbon and their basketball team.
That is why I have Kentucky at No.