Stuck in front of a television for the Derby, I will tolerate the fashion stuff and the other fluff that fills the hours of programming in order to get to the walkover, the paddock, the post parade and the race. But I will not, under any circumstances, forgive a Churchill Downs cooking segment with Al Roker drooling over mussels in some kind of mystery broth. Where'd they get them...Bullock Pen Lake? The Ohio? The least they could have done was whipped up some hot browns.