It’s an overcast but comfortable 60° in Louisville, Kentucky as I write this (some 375 miles away).

In a perfect world I’d be marking an event off my bucket list by relishing the simple pleasure of a Mint Julep or Bourbon Lemonade (or both concurrently) while enjoying the scenery and atmosphere in a custom tailored Haspel seersucker at Churchill Downs right now.

Indeed provisions would be necessary to avoid indulging in the “pretentious mix of booze, failed dreams and a terminal identity crisis” that permeates every facet of the occasion, as famously told by the late Hunter S. Thompson.

I might also end up lamenting an absorbent wager placed on 17-1 longshot Crown Pride — grandson of ’89 Kentucky Derby and Preakness Stakes winner Sunday Silence — but it wouldn’t dampen the moment, or the experience, by any means.

I look forward to that day.