I didn’t want to do it, but I couldn’t let the “new pope” post go on with a duplicate title. That and I couldn’t pass up the title I switched it to. It was just that good. I’m sure Benedict XVI is a big fan of Biggie Smalls, anyway, he’ll understand.
While I’ve got the space, though, it dawned on me today that any one of you that’s reading this and doesn’t have a valid, airtight, dismemberment-related reason not to be in Indianapolis for at least the Friday and/or Saturday of Memorial Day weekend need to have your values questioned. Due to my work schedule, I don’t get to go to the Indy 500 this year, but between Carburetion Day on Friday and a big honkin’ golf outing Saturday morning, I expect to see any number of you sleeping on my floor that weekend.
That is all.
I second that notion. Go once and you’ll be a lifer. Not to mention that the strong push to make it one big party weekend has made it even better! Carb day, toddler birthday party, cooking out, killing kegs, golf, and oh yeah, some racin’. What more can you need!?!?!
Been to time trials, been to carb day, watched mud wrestling in the infield, saw some camels in a field outside of the motel in Speedway… no desire to make it an annual occurrence. Sorry.
That’s cuz wifey won’t let you! You’ve turned in your testicleeeees, might as well turn in your man card too. Sheesh!
Ouch… If I was who you think I am… I wouldn’t be who I am… I think.
I think he thinks you’re me. I think.
What he said. Sorry!