I’m minutes away from hitting the highway for a weekend of beer, debauchery and men driving around in circles (oh, and Sarah Fisher for about 12 minutes, too). While I don’t have too much to comment on, I’d like to publicly join Tom (Comments, May 25) on wondering why the hell he was spending time posting when he could be off doing so many other (legal and otherwise) things in Jamaica. I’m sure the new wifey is thrilled with his attention. But I am glad he agreed with me on the DJ issue, and if you haven’t heard the Harry Caray impression, it gets more and more “award winning” the later the night gets. If I do say so myself, the “St. Josephine’s bake sale” bit was pretty damn classic.

Okay, I’m off. This Memorial Day weekend I hope to save my liver, find my golf game, and with any luck win a few bucks off those guys on the track. (Oh, and if my little brother doesn’t name his impending kid “Helio” or “Dario”, I’m gonna be pissed.)