When you attend the Kentucky Derby, as I am wont to do, it is very important to have the perfect outfit. Now, I’m not talking about Millionaires’ Row here, me and my very classy friends prefer to drink copious amounts of mint juleps in the infield. In order to outfit ourselves properly we would stop at a WalMart in Paoli, Indiana. It is here that I picked up the greatest shirt I have ever owned — a shirt with seven hidden wolves on it. There was a wolf in the moon, a wolf in the clouds, a wolf in the reflection of a bubbling brook, etc.. If that wasn’t enough, the wolf in the moon was the pièce de résistance… that motherfucker glew in the dark.