Goodbye, Freakness

Well the lamest Preakness of all time was held this past Saturday, and really all you need to see are the pre-2009 pictures compared to the photos taken this weekend (via the Washington Post). Huge steaming pile of lame.

From the Post:
The usually crammed infield at the Preakness Stakes, which earned that nickname because of drunken fighting and other forms of debauchery, was far from full as post time neared. Gone were the topless women, and the teens who raced and stumbled across the tops of portable toilets, pelted with beer cans as they went.

To restore civility to what had become little more than an all-day party, officials at the Pimlico Race Course in Baltimore banned spectators this year from bringing their own beverages, including beer, onto the infield. The move contributed to a 30 percent drop in attendance, and it drew plenty of complaints.

Weak. Sauce. Don't be fooled by the "increase in TV ratings" BS that some will cite. There was nothing to watch on Sat (unless you like the Nationals getting smoked at home, as usual).