
Derby Day.
I was at the Kentucky Derby on the first Saturday of May, 1986.
Put $20 on Ferdinand—50 to 1.
Truth is, I was betting on Bill Shoemaker as much as the horse.
They pulled it off.
He came back and was Horse of the Year in 1987.
And now every Derby Day, I think about him.
Because in 2002, he was sold, shipped to Japan, and disappeared—most likely slaughtered.
That part never sat right with me.
Hard to reconcile those two moments:
the roar of Churchill Downs… and how it ended.
Champion on the track.
Deserved better after it.