The crowd as a whole is behaving surprisingly lucid and laidback, enjoying their neon yellow mugs full of beer. Anyone turned off by the debauchery of say, five years ago, might want to consider coming back.
Then I spot the first public vomiting sighting of the day at 12:15 p.m. About 150 yards away from the main stage, a tall 20-something hunches over a white Maryland Jockey Club cardboard trashcan in the middle of the Infield. He has a T-shirt wrapped around his head. He takes an extra 30 seconds by the can to collect himself.
And almost on cue, a stranger yells in the relieved guy's direction, "Puke and rally, man!"Copyright © 2015, The Baltimore Sun