My Big Fat Hairy Talledega Race
Well...that was frustrating.
Granted, Jeffey-Pop had the car, there simply was no way around that, the guy could move up without using the draft. Everyone else was racing for 2nd place.
Up until the end, the 8 had a great run. What the car didn’t have the driver did and it was an impressive performance. There were a couple decisions that I as an armchair crew chief question, and obviously all the best laid plans of Bud and Napa oft go astray, but whatever he lost he pulled that car back up there and I am impressed. Congrats to the Dale Jr. the entire Budweiser Team for a good job and cracking the top ten in the standings! It's been a slog but you're making it. *Applause*Whistles*"Whoooo!"*
And Good Going Elliott!!! A fantastic run for the 38 on a plate track. After teasing him last week here in my blog, I feel bad because that 7 time roll over from a couple years back gets so much play Elliott is in danger of becoming the “Agony of Defeat” guy for Fox sports. But a 5th place finish should start shutting people up.
Dear Jamie McMurray, you’re driving a race car at 190 mph. Indecisiveness is simply not an option. “Should I push Jr. or Gordon, Waltrip or Gordon, Stewart or Gordon?….etc. ” Jees-Zus! I wanted to smack that kid.
Now, I think the confluence of Dale Jr.’s bump, Mini-me’s sliding up the track and the pinch put on the 4 from the outside wall (I forget who that was) were the three fronts that created the Perfect Storm that was yesterday’s Big One.
(That took Mark Martin out…”They killed Marky!” “You Bastards!”)
How-Ev-Er, with all due respect to Vinyl...the Mini-One on lap 186, combined with the wrecks at Bristol and Phoenix, are a blatant repudiation of the media’s touting that Jimmie Johnson is the best thing since sliced bread. Not that I am saying Johnson is a bad driver, but he is something that many better drivers are not: nervous in traffic. He always has been. It was so blatant, I noticed that about him just as I started getting interested in the sport. He gets nervous, he gets twitchy and his car control goes.
“The someone was sliding up into me” he whined after the wreck. Now from the playback I saw, Johnson had a good foot to 18 inches side clearance before he went into that wall and if you don’t believe me, just realize that there had to be enough space between the two cars for Johnson to come down the track hard enough to smack the 8 sideways. Had he been pinched, he couldn’t have gotten the momentum off the wall. He lost car control.
Like I said, I’m not saying he’s a bad driver; he just isn’t what the media has been making him out to be: God’s Gift to Racing. Like I said last year, if JJ wins a championship at this point, it will be because of Chad Knaus, not Min-me’s driving ability. In the meantime, it’s time for his boss to take him aside and have a few words with him.
P.S. I am growing very envious of Dale Jr. ability to sleep anywhere, any time.
*zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
“Yer on TV.”
*head snaps up*
I can’t even sleep on a plane. *chuckle*
The Joys of Cable
I spent the weekend house sitting my Robbie-Gordon-Fan-Friend’s greyhounds and therefore got the use of her big screen TV with Dish Network. So I finally got a taste of the joy of the Speed Network. *rapturous sigh*. Unfortunately, taking the pups to the dog park, I missed out on their pre-race coverage of the Aarons, but I did get to absorb the ambiance of “Victory Lane” and “Wind Tunnel”, as well as catch up with events in the rest of the racing world.
I also got to catch some of the rain delay for the Busch race and some of the race itself, and even bigger hairier mess. It was very cool to see how close a community that is. I really do think it is time for someone to tackle an ethnographic study of the racing world….and their pets.
And Mikey does a pretty good Sterling. ;)
But all this had to be squeezed in around gorging my long denied desire for South Park. Still one of the funniest shows on TV. It’s like the Simpson’s on crack. South Park doesn’t just kill the sacred cow, they grill it up and eat it for breakfast with Spotted Owl sauce.
Thank God for Irreverence.
The only blot on the was having to sit through upteen million replays for the “Girls Gone Wild” dvds. I mean it. Upteen. Million. And as good as I got as using the recall button between Comedy Central and the Speed Channel or Fox, I could not help but catch the commercial in it’s entirety as I flipped back and forth, which shows how many times it played given that the damn thing is over a minute long.
Now, future extortion material for big corporate executives aside, what the hell are these girls thinking? I’ve done some alcohol-induced silly things in my time. I distinctly remember exiting a party by riding two blocks on the hood of my best friend's '72 Camaro. But none of them involved taking my clothes off.
Now for those of you (guys and some idiot girls) that like to argue/get defensive/fool youself, “but they’re just expressing their sexuality, their sexual freedom from inhibitions/male control” No they are NOT. That a very comforting fiction, like "all strippers are just working their way through med school". They’re drunk, doing what guys ask them to do so that they can get on camera or get the attention/positive feedback of the men in the room. That’s quite the opposite of sexual freedom. It’s slavery. As these these girls are willing to/feel they must share it with whomever in order to get attention or love or simply feed a really crappy self-esteem. In essence they are selling their sexuality in exchenge for emotional feedback. It's not about looking sexy, it's about looking sexy because you need that kind of attention or feel that that is the only way you can get attention from people.
The gal who tells guys to go blow themselves when they suggest she flash them in a bar or infield or wherever is the one who is in control of her sexuality. She is the one that has true confidence in herself, not just her body. She’s the one who waits to find the right guy whom she can really be relaxed and uninhibited with to get wild and nasty with behind closed doors. That’s what real control over your sexuality means: That you do not yield to either positive or negative pressure of any kind from anyone. That you choose who you want to share it with, be that with one person or ten, independent of anyone else’s input.
Besides, from reports of male friends the distinct trend I have noticed is that women who use sexuality to garner attention have put so much external pressure on sex that they really do not enjoy themselves during the act. “Dead fish” was the usual post-cloital review, at least for women in the younger twenties. (Most of them have grown out of that by their 30's.) Yeah some of you gals may swear that you fuck like a porn queen and perhaps you do, but are you really relaxed and enjoying yourself when you have all these heavily advertised expectations to live up to with some guy you don’t really know or trust? Gals need to back up off trying to be Beyonce’, Britney Spears and Jenna Jameson rolled up in one package and just relax and be themselves. You have more fun that way.
And trust me, guys are a lot more sexually excited/fulfilled by real enthusiasm and lack of inhibition than they are over image and technical ability. At least any of them over the age of 21 are.
Nor does anyone commit such acts to permanent record. Not unless she is Paris Hilton during a career lull or said person wants to permanently traumatize his or her grandchildren after their gone. Every generation believes they invented sex, it’s in the best interests of civilization to let them continue believing that. ;)
O.k. rant over.
(Dear God, I hope my Dad isn't reading this....)
Speed was also replaying the first three shows of Mikey’s Charity Poker Challenge, which was really fun to watch. I will never sit across a table from Benny Parsons and Dale winning on that 7/3? Yeah if I was Vickers I would have died to. Poor Elliott is simply too nice/honest to play poker at that level and do you ever get the impression that Mikey is just the perpetual geekey younger brother of the Cup community?
Granted, Jeffey-Pop had the car, there simply was no way around that, the guy could move up without using the draft. Everyone else was racing for 2nd place.
Up until the end, the 8 had a great run. What the car didn’t have the driver did and it was an impressive performance. There were a couple decisions that I as an armchair crew chief question, and obviously all the best laid plans of Bud and Napa oft go astray, but whatever he lost he pulled that car back up there and I am impressed. Congrats to the Dale Jr. the entire Budweiser Team for a good job and cracking the top ten in the standings! It's been a slog but you're making it. *Applause*Whistles*"Whoooo!"*
And Good Going Elliott!!! A fantastic run for the 38 on a plate track. After teasing him last week here in my blog, I feel bad because that 7 time roll over from a couple years back gets so much play Elliott is in danger of becoming the “Agony of Defeat” guy for Fox sports. But a 5th place finish should start shutting people up.
Dear Jamie McMurray, you’re driving a race car at 190 mph. Indecisiveness is simply not an option. “Should I push Jr. or Gordon, Waltrip or Gordon, Stewart or Gordon?….etc. ” Jees-Zus! I wanted to smack that kid.
Now, I think the confluence of Dale Jr.’s bump, Mini-me’s sliding up the track and the pinch put on the 4 from the outside wall (I forget who that was) were the three fronts that created the Perfect Storm that was yesterday’s Big One.
(That took Mark Martin out…”They killed Marky!” “You Bastards!”)
How-Ev-Er, with all due respect to Vinyl...the Mini-One on lap 186, combined with the wrecks at Bristol and Phoenix, are a blatant repudiation of the media’s touting that Jimmie Johnson is the best thing since sliced bread. Not that I am saying Johnson is a bad driver, but he is something that many better drivers are not: nervous in traffic. He always has been. It was so blatant, I noticed that about him just as I started getting interested in the sport. He gets nervous, he gets twitchy and his car control goes.
“The someone was sliding up into me” he whined after the wreck. Now from the playback I saw, Johnson had a good foot to 18 inches side clearance before he went into that wall and if you don’t believe me, just realize that there had to be enough space between the two cars for Johnson to come down the track hard enough to smack the 8 sideways. Had he been pinched, he couldn’t have gotten the momentum off the wall. He lost car control.
Like I said, I’m not saying he’s a bad driver; he just isn’t what the media has been making him out to be: God’s Gift to Racing. Like I said last year, if JJ wins a championship at this point, it will be because of Chad Knaus, not Min-me’s driving ability. In the meantime, it’s time for his boss to take him aside and have a few words with him.
P.S. I am growing very envious of Dale Jr. ability to sleep anywhere, any time.
*zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
“Yer on TV.”
*head snaps up*
I can’t even sleep on a plane. *chuckle*
The Joys of Cable
I spent the weekend house sitting my Robbie-Gordon-Fan-Friend’s greyhounds and therefore got the use of her big screen TV with Dish Network. So I finally got a taste of the joy of the Speed Network. *rapturous sigh*. Unfortunately, taking the pups to the dog park, I missed out on their pre-race coverage of the Aarons, but I did get to absorb the ambiance of “Victory Lane” and “Wind Tunnel”, as well as catch up with events in the rest of the racing world.
I also got to catch some of the rain delay for the Busch race and some of the race itself, and even bigger hairier mess. It was very cool to see how close a community that is. I really do think it is time for someone to tackle an ethnographic study of the racing world….and their pets.
And Mikey does a pretty good Sterling. ;)
But all this had to be squeezed in around gorging my long denied desire for South Park. Still one of the funniest shows on TV. It’s like the Simpson’s on crack. South Park doesn’t just kill the sacred cow, they grill it up and eat it for breakfast with Spotted Owl sauce.
Thank God for Irreverence.
The only blot on the was having to sit through upteen million replays for the “Girls Gone Wild” dvds. I mean it. Upteen. Million. And as good as I got as using the recall button between Comedy Central and the Speed Channel or Fox, I could not help but catch the commercial in it’s entirety as I flipped back and forth, which shows how many times it played given that the damn thing is over a minute long.
Now, future extortion material for big corporate executives aside, what the hell are these girls thinking? I’ve done some alcohol-induced silly things in my time. I distinctly remember exiting a party by riding two blocks on the hood of my best friend's '72 Camaro. But none of them involved taking my clothes off.
Now for those of you (guys and some idiot girls) that like to argue/get defensive/fool youself, “but they’re just expressing their sexuality, their sexual freedom from inhibitions/male control” No they are NOT. That a very comforting fiction, like "all strippers are just working their way through med school". They’re drunk, doing what guys ask them to do so that they can get on camera or get the attention/positive feedback of the men in the room. That’s quite the opposite of sexual freedom. It’s slavery. As these these girls are willing to/feel they must share it with whomever in order to get attention or love or simply feed a really crappy self-esteem. In essence they are selling their sexuality in exchenge for emotional feedback. It's not about looking sexy, it's about looking sexy because you need that kind of attention or feel that that is the only way you can get attention from people.
The gal who tells guys to go blow themselves when they suggest she flash them in a bar or infield or wherever is the one who is in control of her sexuality. She is the one that has true confidence in herself, not just her body. She’s the one who waits to find the right guy whom she can really be relaxed and uninhibited with to get wild and nasty with behind closed doors. That’s what real control over your sexuality means: That you do not yield to either positive or negative pressure of any kind from anyone. That you choose who you want to share it with, be that with one person or ten, independent of anyone else’s input.
Besides, from reports of male friends the distinct trend I have noticed is that women who use sexuality to garner attention have put so much external pressure on sex that they really do not enjoy themselves during the act. “Dead fish” was the usual post-cloital review, at least for women in the younger twenties. (Most of them have grown out of that by their 30's.) Yeah some of you gals may swear that you fuck like a porn queen and perhaps you do, but are you really relaxed and enjoying yourself when you have all these heavily advertised expectations to live up to with some guy you don’t really know or trust? Gals need to back up off trying to be Beyonce’, Britney Spears and Jenna Jameson rolled up in one package and just relax and be themselves. You have more fun that way.
And trust me, guys are a lot more sexually excited/fulfilled by real enthusiasm and lack of inhibition than they are over image and technical ability. At least any of them over the age of 21 are.
Nor does anyone commit such acts to permanent record. Not unless she is Paris Hilton during a career lull or said person wants to permanently traumatize his or her grandchildren after their gone. Every generation believes they invented sex, it’s in the best interests of civilization to let them continue believing that. ;)
O.k. rant over.
(Dear God, I hope my Dad isn't reading this....)
Speed was also replaying the first three shows of Mikey’s Charity Poker Challenge, which was really fun to watch. I will never sit across a table from Benny Parsons and Dale winning on that 7/3? Yeah if I was Vickers I would have died to. Poor Elliott is simply too nice/honest to play poker at that level and do you ever get the impression that Mikey is just the perpetual geekey younger brother of the Cup community?
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