There was the usual gala fundraiser fare of silent auction, buffet, and open bar. And big boon: Rosie Napravnik as keynote speaker!
Up front, I'm a veteran of attending seminars, symposiums, and conventions. If there's one thing I know about keynote speakers, they have the preponderance to blather on long enough for one to enjoy one's coffee and dessert, regardless as to whether the keynote speaker is a scientist discussing T-cell receptor gene rearrangement or Leonard Nimoy regaling the audience with his experience of directing Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home.
Interestingly enough, Rosie's turn as keynote speaker was remarkably brief. If you took a sip of your coffee and/or blinked, you missed it. "I came to Lone Star Park in 2010 and won the Lone Star Park Handicap on Redding Colliery. Remember Me Rescue is a great organization. They do a great job. I have my own OTTB. I love him [or her]. It's important that we support this program. Thank you."
As my mother used to say, "Just because you're an illustrious jockey with winnings over $13 million, doesn't make you Zig Ziglar!"*
Let's face it: I was hoping for some insightful, humorous anecdote that I could scoop to share with my  readers. For example, wouldn't it had been cool if she said something along the lines like, "So, there I was a few years ago, riding in my first Kentucky Derby! Remember that guy? Pants on Fire! Super awesome! Kelly ... er, Kelly Breen, the trainer, is so amazing and so incredible! What an honor! Anyway, we're making our way to the paddock, and who do I run into? Bob Baffert! Wow! Talk about your heart pounding! He's a legend! Well, apparently this legend had been enjoying a few tacos or taquitos, or something like that. Clearly, there was a trail of salsa that had dribbled down his chin and had left a rather small but conspicuous stain on his shirt. I didn't think too much at the time. It was during the post parade ...the crowds and strains of 'My Old Kentucky Home' ... I know that my heart should've been overcome with emotion, but all I could think of was the salsa stain on Bob Baffert's shirt; it looked exactly like the shape of Mickey Mouse ears! All of a sudden, during the post parade of all places, I had this overwhelming desire to go to DisneyWorld! The thought was so ludicrous, I wanted to pee in my pants! Then it came to me: Pants On Fire. Pee in pants. What a crazy dichotomy!"
Wouldn't something like that be way cool? Oh, but how many jockeys would actually use the words 'conspicuous' or 'dichotomy' in a sentence, anyway?
But a little piece a lore ... a little waxing philosophical ...?? Couldn't hurt. I'd probably bid up a few extra dollars for that much-desired framed photograph of Nolan Ryan pounding the crap out of Robin Ventura (autographed).
Regardless, it's about the sport - owners, jockeys, trainers, patrons - stepping up to the
Thank you, Donna and Dallas.
Thank you, Rosie.
Thank you, all you auction bidders. Even the dude that outbid me ...(enjoy Nolan and Robin).
*Okay, my mother never said that. But it sounds like something that she would've said.