Anyone who knows me or who's been following this blog for a while knows that pretty much whenever I'm scheduled to go down a centerline, some sort of cataclysmic weather event is sure to occur. And the Derby was no different. Sorry, everyone—my bad.
Dark clouds and gale force winds were the name of the morning, flags whipping around, trees practically sideways. I couldn't hear a thing Michael was saying to me in the warm-up, but fortunately it didn't matter, because Midge was amazing. Focused, calm and cool. Didn't even flinch at the weather. Who is this guy?