[justindew]

So, I'm hanging out in a casino bar watching Auburn-Arkansas, killing time before the Charles Town West Virginia Breeders Classic program, when a group of elderly folks (by elderly I mean in their 50s and 60s) approached the bartender and asked for glasses of wine...

Bartender: We can't serve wine in a glass tonight. No glass at all, in fact. Big night of horse racing, and we are expecting a big crowd. So no glass.

Old Lady: Big night of horse racing? There's horse racing here?

Bartender: Oh yes ma'am. Tonight is the West Virginia Breeders' Cup. Breeders from all over the entire state of West Virginia come to Charles Town, and run in a bunch of races to see who goes on to the Kentucky Derby and the Preakness and all those races. ESPN is here, and there is over $2.5 million in purse money tonight alone.

Other Old Lady: Oooooooooh. The Kentucky Derby! I want to go to that.

Bartender: Yeah. It's a big night. If you win tonight you get to go to the Kentucky Derby. So I can give you wine in a plastic cup.

I sat there, said nothing, and could not have been happier that, despite being wrong about 97% of what he said, a bartender at Charles Town actually knew there was horse racing going on.