The biggest cause of contention in my parents divorce was the derby tickets. Same seats since the late 70's, and neither one wanted to budge. They settled with each taking 2 of the 4 seats for Oaks and Derby Day. They would never again attend (in those seats) for the 7-8 years post divorce, they just wanted to make sure the other never had complete control over them. More often they were just given to my sister and I to go with whomever. 2 years ago, without any notice to her children, my mother (who received the annual invoice and ticket info) opted to forfeit her right to them. It was shortly after her mother passed away and she was an emotional mess. Made a decision that would impact her children forever, and I wont soon forgive her for that.
I havent been back to Derby since then. I've never sat anywhere else (infield excluded). Not sure I want to. Even worse, this year is the first time we have absolutely no plans at all for Derby. It's sickening. No guests coming over, no impromptu Derby party at the house, etc... I'm a bit out of sorts.
I never could get behind the Fogleberg derby tune. Maybe because it was terrible. But i never turned the channel if it was on the radio that few times throughout Derby Week.
The worst (or best) Derby Day involved an infield trip my senior year of high school. The combination of everclear, bourbon, warm budwesiers, and whatever else we drank got the best of me. EMT's found me out cold on a stranger's blanket. After giving me some ipecac like substance to force me to puke, a crowd began to apparently gather round to watch the show. One of those happened to be my sister. She phoned my folks (still married at the time) who were in their seats, and EMT's gave them the run down of my condition as i sat in the back of an ambulance. When asked if they wanted to come over and pick me up in the infield, my father apparently told them "No. No we're fine right here." and that was the end of the conversation. Hours after the last race, my sister finally got me to a cab and got me home. My day was obviously a total loss, but i'd unfortunately screwed up hers as well. I really dont recall any of it... what I do remember is my father waking me up early the next day and forcing me to go to work (at effing Sears). I wont forget the condescending tone of him mocking me. It may have been my lowest point.