Derby day toast to (my) dear old dad
Today is the Kentucky Derby, the greatest two minutes in sports. If you’ve been reading this column for a few years — actually a few decades now — first, thank you, and second, you’re aware that I make an annual derby pick. Since I know almost nothing about horse racing, I would consult the older and wiser. Years ago, I met Glenn Stevens through friends at Sinking Valley and learned he was an expert in racing. Glenn attended big races, performed blood testing for horses at West Virginia tracks and studied pedigrees. If he didn’t pick the derby winner, he could at least ...