The shuttle bus I rode after the BC at Arlington contained nothing but freezing and drunk people, and I never laughed so hard in my life.
It was the single bright spot to the worst Breeders Cup I ever attended in every way, shape, and form.
Imagine going from Saratoga to Chicago and coming home and being asked if you had any fun, and replying that the shuttle bus was a blast.
The next one they run at Arlington they run without me I can tell you.