Here's a "sports story" for you. Was chomped on the forearm by retired Citation.
The father of one of my roommates was football coach and dean at UK. On a visit down there, he took me to see Calumet Farms. Citation, at stud, galloped over to meet us at a fence, apparently looking for a treat. I had my arm on the rail, but no treat. He seemed to be disappointed by that.
(On that visit, the coach also served me my first julep in a frosted silver mug. Memorable.
No silver mug here, but expect to replicate the rest of that julep experience tomorrow, and probably have a tear slide down my cheek while we're singing "My Old Kentucky Home. Relish your day.)