Now that the Christmas season, and all the family functions and edible delights, are behind us, I thought it time to begin the process of trimming down. As you might have guessed, I am beginning with my fingers as they dance upon the keyboard. Yah, feel the burn.!
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[/media-credit]I read that Kasey Kahne wrote how disgusted he was at a public display of breastfeeding. I accept his apology and, for my part, I promise not to ever do it again. I feel like such a boob.
Tony Stewart is no doubt enjoying things, with a third NASCAR title put away. I understand he was disgusted after watching A Christmas Carol, thinking that after his experiences on Christmas Eve old Ebenezer Scrooge turned soft regarding the hired help. In fact, Tony Scrooge would have fired Bob Cratchit before the closing credits.
If I were a rich man, I would hire Kurt Busch as my driver. Of course, I would insist he wear the chauffeur’s cap, polish the auto on a regular basis, and keep his mouth shut unless he is spoken to. As I am not a rich man, I still could use a good man to help carry out the garbage and wash the dishes around here. Then again, maybe he never did those chores, which might help explain a few things.
My brother-in-law is one heck of a cook. He even got a new smoker at Christmas to go with his grill. I was wondering, if he tossed a shrimp on the barbie might that tempt Marcos Ambrose to drop by?
I just realized that Jimmie Johnson and I have something in common. Apparently, neither of us won the NASCAR Sprint Cup title in 2011. I am actually seeking a new favorite with whom I do have a lot in common, such as a driver who is old, fat, short, and bald. Well, Ken Schrader, three out of four ain’t bad.
With Danica Patrick joining the NASCAR ranks full-time in 2012, my hopes of being the next sex symbol of the sport dimmed even more. However, if they ever give the nod to Greg Biffle or Jimmy Spencer, I know my turn is just around the corner.
Over the holidays, Dale Earnhardt Jr got to drive out onto the football field to make the opening coin toss at the Gator Bowl. Now, tell me the truth. Somewhere in the deep recesses of your soul there was a immature bit of you wishing he would make a few burnout donuts as he left. Admit it.
I know there are a bunch of drivers without rides. As I’ve told my sons, there is one way around that. A bus pass. I also know better than to ask Rusty Wallace for a job. I shouldn’t pick on him, as I can’t get a ride for my sons just yet, either.
After catching the news from the Dakar Rally, I think I’ve discovered why Robby Gordon has not had greater success in NASCAR. Take away the walls, the stands, and the track and he is a changed man. Just point out toward the desert and tell him to “go that-a-way”, and he is off in a cloud of dust.
The countdown continues to the start of the new season. It is called the NFL playoffs. When they play the Super Bowl, we have only three weeks left until the Daytona 500. Three weeks? I get the reasoning for pushing the race back a week, but I don’t watch basketball and my hockey team is not going to make the playoffs for a sixth straight season. What’s a fellow to do?
Well, February does feature the opening of the season for the Chinese Super League of soccer. I know what you are thinking. I also wonder if Guangzhou Evergrande will be able to defend their title. Thankfully, ARCA races at Daytona on Saturday, February 18th on SPEED. I’m starting to feel better now.
