In T minus 4 hours, I leave for Louisville and my 2nd Kentucky Derby weekend. Since I will surely fail to adequately describe how I feel right now, I'll let Morgan Freeman do it for me:
I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the Illinois border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Kentucky bluegrass is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.
