I’m not really a speeder. I’ve never owned a radar detector for my car, or used one while driving anyone else’s car, either. In fact, I’ve only received two speeding tickets in my life (knock all kinds of wood), and the last one was 7 1/2 years ago, and neither was for a horrible rate of speed.

But I really really REALLY can’t stand people who drive slow. Especially on the highway. In the left lane. I understand that trucks are slow, and the slightly less slow trucks need to pass, too. But just because you’re doing 66 and your buddy is doing 65 doesn’t mean you have the right to clog up my lane of traffic for 5 miles while you try to pass. The same goes with passenger cars who think that 68 MPH earns them a spot in the left lane, because they might be in a position to pass that semi 4 miles up the road before they know it.

However, this isn’t the worst. The move that gets me the most, and gets me riled up really good is how if one car is doing 64 and sees a speed trap, they have to hit their brakes. Seriously, people. I don’t know what the exact “allowed window of speed” might be, I’ve heard 9MPH over up to 15, and technically they could probably get ya for 66MPH if they were in a REALLY bad mood, but people, you’re NOT gonna get a ticket for doing 64. Keep your foot on the gas and go. In fact, while your foot’s on the gas, give it a little push. You’d be amazed how quickly you can get places.

Okay, enough with the hate. You know what I love? Game Seven. Not just any Game 7, but hockey’s Game 7. I’m about as neutral as neutral can be about Tampa Bay and Calgary (though with Tampa in the Southeast Division, I should probably have rooted a little more against them), but a 2-1 final in Game 7 for the Cup is awesome. The only thing that could have made that better is if Calgary would have pushed one of those late chances in and the game had gone 120 overtimes. The only thing better than playoff overtime is Game 7 playoff overtime. The thrill that any goal will end the season is awesome. Hell, back in ’96 Colorado and Florida went 3 or 4 overtimes in Game FOUR and it was awesome. (Which again brings me to my promised list most memorable drinking nights I talked about a few weeks ago.)

And its just hockey. While a ninth inning win in Game 7 of the World Series is great, hockey’s fast pace and scoring chances at any moment for both sides makes it better. The NBA tries to hype itself as the greatest thing since Jheri-Curl, but I find it boring. Even if someone hits a last second shot, it was preceded by a TV timeout, then a timeout by the offense, and one by the defense, likely with a criminal trial somewhere in between, and by the time the shot goes, you forgot all the excitement that built up to that moment anyway. It doesn’t even compare. And until the NFL adds land mines and stripper poles to their OT, don’t even bring that to the table. Hockey wins, hands down.

The weekend was good. I hung with the new niece and family on Friday, made a trip to Indy for the rest of the weekend, and even got my car cleaned out pretty well on Sunday. It hasn’t looked like it does now in probably 5 years. Parts of it actually shine, now.

So, in the process of posting this, I’ve been informed that people care about Marc Anthony and J-Lo getting married and all the other celebrity crap that’s shoved at us daily, because it’s “escapism”.

This world needs help….. and fast.