My first Derby in 1997 was a day filled with unbelievable sights and sounds. I could not comprehend all the people, the hats, the smells, and the beautiful horses. I asked so many questions of my escort: a "seasoned professional" bettor. He explained the stats, and the complete finger sheet. The racing program included articles that I read front-to-back. When I saw the first race lines to the betting window, I decided by the second race to have all my wagers ready and place them all at once for the remainder races. I could then sit back, and enjoy the day. I think, by the end of the fourth race and only a couple of dollars won, I turned to my "seasoned professional" and asked the one question that has haunted me the rest of my Derby life: "How many races do each of the horses run each day?" "One," he said. And I opened my mouth and inserted the Derby History Foot by stating, "Well I know I have heard that horse GappaTwo run several races!" He is still crying over that one!!!! And no, I was not drinking anything stronger than a cola.