In true Louisville fashion, our story begins with horses and bourbon. Rick and I met during a polo match at Oxmoor Farms, adjacent to our old apartment complex in Louisville, KY. Our paths crossed once or twice at apartment events, but that fateful fall day was when we said our first "hello". After sharing one.. or two glasses of bourbon, we had no idea who won the polo match, nor did we care. All that mattered was we knew each other. Little did we know we had found our best friend for life.