You watched the NFL Draft, right? You know, when teams and fans hinge their hopes on projecting human talent. Sounds tough, real tough—JaMarcus Russell tough.
Now plug in people for horses. Twenty horses. Running in front of 100,000 mint-julep-chugging, big-hat- wearin', Porta-John-sprinting buffoons. Now you have about as good an idea how easy it is to pick a Derby winner.
I've had some success picking the winner of the Derby over the past few years. I had Barbaro, Street Sense, Big Brown and Super Saver.
But filling out the other three slots that compose a six-figure superfecta?
I'd take Don Draper being faithful over hitting that bet. Yet that's why they run the race.