I shan’t belabor the point that there is little in two annual weeks of Derby fever that personally appeals to me; of course, to each his or her own.
And, from my business perspective on the Indiana shore, not much of Derby consumerism leaves the Commonwealth apart from Thunder, which I view as an egregious atrocity.
With each passing year, it annoys me to see the Hoosier money flowing into Louisville during Derby festival, when traditionally it’s so hard to reverse the stream. That’s changing, though, and the greater willingness of Louisvillians to venture north is positive.
Worst of all to me, these two weeks increasingly imply a complete suspension of productive activity, business or otherwise, as we wait for affairs to return to a condition of quasi-normalcy. I suppose it’s great for the folks who like it, and it is as boring as it can possibly be for people like me. It's like waiting for it to stop raining so you can get something done ... similar to what the Derby's adherents will be feeling tomorrow if the weather report is accurate.
My friend Matt Nash thinks Derby season is great, and he explains why in today’s Tribune.