It’s back, baby. Preakness is back. The Derby can take their fancy hats and their sucky mint juleps and stick them straight up Kentucky’s candy ass. The Preakness is about unlimited beer, playing around in the mud, and never seeing a horse all day. It’s about photobombing a gaggle of hot babes and faux jerking off right into the camera’s face.
It’s about girls doing the running of the porta potties
orrrrr at least trying to.
What’s even better is she saw the guy before her knock himself clear unconscious, and decided, “fuck it, I’m in too deep”
Lord knows how many Preakness babies will be born 9 months from now, conceived right there in those same porta potties.
And of course my favorite guy, who was just doing it for the love of the game, nobody watching him, nobody cheering him on.
Oh, and I guess some horse won a pretty exciting race that nobody who was actually at the track saw. And that’s what Preakness is all about.