The 2011 racing season is coming up fast

Only five weeks until Derby Day!

The Kentucky Derby is always held the first Saturday in May. The 1 ¼-mile race is the first jewel in the Triple Crown and has been ran at Churchill Downs in Louisville, Ken., since 1875.

It suddenly hit me today (while I was thinking I needed to do a new post) that I really need to get cracking on some Derby Day prep. Not only is it five weeks until what I’ll begrudgingly call the most famous race of the year, but it’s five weeks for me to make a lot of decisions.

Will this be the year I finally attend in person?

If not, then I need to find some sort of shindig to commemorate the event here in Fargo. In that case, I better start planning and I better start shopping for the most important part of all: The hat.

I might possibly love the Kentucky Derby for that reason alone: I looooovvveee the hats!

On the other hand, I do look forward to Derby Day for non-fashion-related reasons. It’s sort of the soft opening for our racing season.

Canterbury used to open up for thoroughbreds on the first Saturday of May then the mixed meet (thoroughbreds and American Quarter Horses) opened Memorial Day weekend.  That meant only about a month until Mom moves herself and the horses to the track.  

Although Canterbury opens later in May this year, the mixed meet still begins around Memorial Day weekend. I might not live near the track anymore, but that won’t slow me down in getting there to help.

In the meantime, I’ll get this Derby Day stuff straightened out. So, if anyone has any suggestions for good Derby Day parties in the F-M area, send them my way.

Something random…

Have you ever heard someone say they had to “go” like a racehorse? Think it was just an odd saying? Well actually, there is some truth and some history behind that. 

Just for fun, I thought I’d point out a few expressions that have seeped into everyday use but originate from horse racing. Some of these are subjective to their actual origins but you’ll get the drift.

The above came about because it’s a healthy habit of a racehorse after a race.  At the track, the first and second place finishers always go to the test barn to be tested for any performance enhancing products. To do that, a urine test is performed. So often grooms, trainers and vets have to act fast to catch their sample for testing.

Getting a leg up: This comes from jockeys and riders who generally need a little help to swing their leg up and over the horse. (This has often been my job race day.)

Dead ringer: A ringer was a horse substituted for another in order to defraud the bookies. It originated around the end of the 19th century.

Vetting: To vet originally referred to the requirement that a horse be checked for health and soundness by a veterinarian before being allowed to race. Now, the general meaning is “to check”.

Dark Horse: Word is, a Tennessean horse trader mixed a race-bred dark colored horse in with workhorses and would enter into local races and win. People began to say “Beware of the dark horse” and it eventually came to be known as one no one knows much about.

Right out of the gate

Chomping at the bit

Down to the wire: Dates back to around 1900 when a wire would literally be stretched across the finish line.

Under the wire

By a nose

Having the inside track: In longer races, having the inside is, of course, the best as it is the shortest route to a finish line.

Homestretch: It refers to the last stretch of a race

Jockey for a position: The jockeys have to find the right place to move up in a race, their main job is to help guide the horse.

Hit your stride: Horses should run on the right “lede” or be using the correct stride to run best.

Neck and neck

Long shot

Across the board: A bet on a horse to win, place or show.

Closer: A horse that runs best in the latter part of the race

Off and running

Upset: The term as it is used now has long been attributed to the only loss by Man o’ War (One of the greatest racehorses ever. Once more popular and beloved than Secretariat.) The only horse to beat Man o’War was called Upset around 1920.

What’s in a hat?

When Carrie Bradshaw said she could live on Vogue because she felt looking at the beautiful clothes just “filled her up more” than food ­– I could relate. And I wasn’t much of a Sex in the City fan. But I do love fashion. So, last year when I saw this fall’s trends would be equestrian inspired, I was ecstatic. It seemed like the latest trends in fashion would be a nice reflection of the different parts of my own life. Plus, my obsession with boots would pay off.

I got to thinking about my style – and at times a lack of. I’m a hat person. I have more than 75 hats: Everything from fedoras, stocking caps, baseball caps and beach hats. Oh, I can’t forget the hats I’ve collected for Derby Day, and the (now) very-dusty-Jenny-from-the-Block topper. – Thank God I left that phase.

Considering my love of hats and my background, it’s a little ironic that I don’t actually own a cowboy hat and I haven’t since I was about 8. 

I have a tacky gas station straw hat I once got on the way to a hard rock festival but rarely wear it and if I do, it’s to the beach. It reminds me a little of a particular country singer, whom I find pompous and annoying.

My dad, on the other hand, has a cowboy hat for every occasion. He has the old white hat for every day, a semi-old hat for “going to town” (which really means catching an easy dinner at the local diner) a semiformal black hat and the latest edition black felt hat for “formal” occasions.  He even has a hard hat some co-workers had made for him in the shape of a cowboy hat.

I’m still trying to decide if the hats we wear say a little something about us or not. I lean to the side of “yes” but I haven’t figured out what. My favorite hat is one of my oldest: a newsboy that I got from my grandpa when I was little ­– a style that seems fitting, considering my profession.

Who knows, maybe one day I’ll give in and get myself a real cowboy hat to add to the collection. In the meantime, I admit the goofy straw cowboy hat is still fun, putting it on makes me smile because then I must be on my way to the beach.  Well, that is once I get the picture of a crusty Brett Michaels out of my head.