Fear And Loathing in Indianapolis

Fear And Loathing in Indianapolis

Nascar is returning to Joliet this weekend. For reasons! As far back as I was a Nascar fan, the 4th of July belonged to Daytona Speedway. The greatest racetrack under lights. That’s how I always thought it was meant to be. I also stopped watching Nascar years ago, and minus an errant bet, don’t even check the results. So imagine my shock when they announced they were bringing their event back to Joliet, a track they correctly abandoned years ago.

While i’m sure the Merichka’s 400, or whatever they are calling it, will get all the local racing fandom bricked up, it’s important to remember why Joliet lost their race in the first place: It was dreadfully boring. Much like Major League Baseball in the 1980’s with their stadium architecture, Chicagoland Speedway was built as a “cookie cutter” track, only marginally different than Texas, Kentucky, and Kansas. The racing was boring. The aerodynamics of the cars created a structure in which it became impossible to distinguish tracks in the 1.5-2.0 mile length.

Anyway, i’m not here to talk about Chicagoland Speedway. I’m here to talk about why Jeremy Borash can suck my butt.

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Stars And Barred

Stars And Barred

On April 9, 1865, in Virginia, General Robert E. Lee surrendered the Confederate Troops and ended the Civil War. At least, that’s what Wikipedia tells me, and they seem pretty darn professional about the whole thing.

With Lee’s surrender, our country began a new, unparalleled age of racial harmony and understanding. Gone were the days when people were judged by their skin color without any sort of social, legal or cultural ramifications. As for those who fought for an army seeking to divide the nation? They were judged as traitors and, while still allowed to live and prosper in this new tolerant and forgiving America, they would always be remembered with the blemish for the horrors the Confederacy supported as a reminder that we should never again attempt to divide the nation over the issues of race.

Oh, wait. What I meant was that, even though I live in northern Illinois, I still see dinguses with that stupid fucking confederate flag on their vehicles.

What the fuck happened?

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The Clock is Your Friend, Soccer

I am a fan of the Premier League Football team Tottenham Hotspur. However, I am not necessarily a zealous fan of football/futbol/soccer for one particular reason – the clock. Fine, I can handle players falling like bowling pins every time they feel a breeze go by from an opposing player. I can handle them laying on the pitch for five minutes writhing in pain grabbing whatever body part they felt was injured… and then getting up and playing some more.

OK, I can barely handle that. That’s dumb. Drag them off the field and get on with it.

What vexes me as much as Wisconsin drivers using the left lane like it’s their Sunday drive is clock management… or lack of clock management. Time was created by man, so let’s use it, shall we? When a player is egregiously fouled by an opposing player by something as awful as a tap on the shoulder and falls into a fetal position onto the field as if someone took their blankie? The clock keeps ticking time off the regulation 45 minute half. Doesn’t seem fair right?

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