Willllll-burrrrr.
In the late 1980s and early 1990s, I hung out downtown in a city full of cocaine dealers, so they went to the Derby every year... and to the Superbown and to any other place they could think oof where people who didn't give a damn about their money could go.
I now live in suburban Maryland, one of many localities where the decline in horse racing interest is acutely felt. As the saying goes, every time a horseman dies, he isn't being replaced by a younger one. I'll have to look into the Neilsen age breakdown for the Derby viewing audience to see if they are "bucking the trend" or if they, too, are in what may be a fateful decline.