


The marketing manager in my office has family in Kentucky so she goes to the Kentucky Derby every year. Before she headed out, she asked each of us if we wanted to bet on a horse. I remembered her story from a few years ago- she put a $2 bet on a long shot and the horse ended up coming in third which won her a nice return. I thought, eh, why not? So I went to the Kentucky Derby website and picked a horse. The jockey is wearing a pink jersey and the horse’s name is Denis of Cork. Pink is a hands-down winner and Cork, like a wine cork? Okay! And his mom was Unbridled Girl. Sounds like me! I read some and see that Denis of Cork is the second from the bottom expected to do much, but what’s so wrong in rooting for the under-horse? So I sent my $2 to Churchill Downs.
This morning I decided to check google to see what I can find on Denis of Cork. I’m kinda questioning my decision now...come to find out, Denis of Cork is only in because another horse had to drop out of the race. Um. And Denis of Cork apparently has been run in a way that is not conducive to racing...and this is only the biggest race of his life...great.
But, I’ll let my $2 ride on Denis. If anything, the race will be more fun to watch. Beyond that, though, I should be rooting for the underdog because so many times, the underdog is me or someone I love. Just because my friends have not been in the race of corporate America doesn’t mean they can’t run the race. They’ve been managing homes and molding children. My son has to touch every kid on the soccer field to calm his sensory overload, but somehow it’s endeared him to parents not only on our team, but others as well as they cheer him on.
Truth is, we’re all underdogs in some way, shape, or form...and we all deserve to have people take risks with us.
Go Denis of Cork! It’ll be an exciting 3 minutes!
Ciao!
Renee
xoxo tcb