I woke up grinning like an idiot. I’m pretty sure I was smiling in my sleep, the little I had after staying up and watching that episode three more times. I still don’t know what else happened because my mind was a blur. I think Maggie ran over somebody with a tractor, Sasha and Jesus were dancing to some loud music, and Carl and Enid were roller derbying down the road, lol! I’m not going to get anything done today because those two have wrecked me for good, and we haven’t even gotten to 7.12 yet which is Richonne heavy. I’m not gonna make it, y’all *sighs*
But that look at the end and the forehead rest was the cherry on top of a sundae of Richonne goodness. Rick needed that kiss like he needed air to breathe and so did we. If anyone can give Rick Grimes his mojo back, it’s Michonne She’s A Freaking Goddess Grimes! Rick said thank you for all of us:0
As mentioned earlier on this blog it’s the 10th anniversary of Barbaro’s Kentucky Derby. Churchill Downs and the Kentucky Derby remember Barbaro and his legacy in this official video featuring trainer Michael Matz, jockey Edgar Prado, and owners Roy and Gretchen Jackson. Watch Barbaro’s Derby.
I mean his name is Donald but everybody calls him Jared. I like the idea that he’s a man without a name, without a birth certificate, that he’s just basically what other people have told him he has to be. And he’s okay because he knows who he is deep down.
Ten years ago, after months of exhaustive study - charts, color coded note cards, poring over the Blood Horse - I called Barbaro my Derby Horse. I watched with bated breath and shaking hands, shrieking and whooping when he made his move and blew the field open. In a competitive class of three years olds, he stood supreme. I thought he was The One. We all thought he was The One, but it was not to be. But today I’m not thinking about the tragedy that would come. I’d rather watch that amazing race over and over again and feel my heart swell with emotion every time. “It is all Barbaro!”
Every year at the Kentucky Derby, crazy hat-wearing, mint julep-guzzling horse-gazers break into a passionate rendition of Kentucky’s state song, “My Old Kentucky Home.” As tradition goes, the University of Louisville Cardinal Marching Band accompanies the crowd as they croon a ballad that seems to be about people who miss their happy home. “The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home/‘Tis summer and the people are gay” begins one version.
But Frank X Walker, Kentucky’s former Poet Laureate, suspects that most people are missing the point.
“I’m a Kentuckian, and I love my state,” Walker says. “But at the same time, you know, the memories, the history this conjures up, I think people sing it and are totally disconnected from the history, from the truth.”