May 2004

Memorial day

May the soil of the contries where our soldiers died rest gently on their bones.

May we remember that their sacrifice is wasted unless we protect the freedoms they fought for.

Buddy Rice Drinks the milk

Buddy Rice drank the milk today.

Oh, how I envy him. Oh, how I would like to feel the cool, pure milk pour down my parched throat, and wipe the drops of milk off my face with the gloves of an Indianapolis 500 champion.

Of all the meals I have eaten, all the drinks I’ve drunk, none is more valuable nor coveted by me, than the milk served at the end of that race.

On a side note, a pox on that SOB Emerson Fittipaldi for pushing away the milk to drink orange juice. I hope you liked your thirty pieces of silver. Bah!(changed, of course I meant Emmo, I just had a brainfart, No offense, Arie)

Nice to see an American win. Nice that it’s Rahal, a racer I always respected, and Letterman, who is an old Hoosier from way back, and a great team.

I was pulling for Helio, but then, he has two victories under his belt, maybe it was time. There will be other indies, Helio is just so much fun to watch win!

What a great year.

Race day

I’m not into sports. Soccer leaves me flat (though I was forced to play it when I was in school) Baseball, basketball, football. Don’t care, don’t care, don’t care. Oh, I’ve spent many a Thanksgiving afternoon sleeping on the couch while otrhers watched some game or another, but me, i just don’t care.

As a general rule, I do not consider it a sport which doesn’t result in the death of some woodland critter destined for the dinner table.

Also, as a general rule, I do not watch auto racing, not that I’m not interested, but a lot of racing is about being at the track, more so, anyway, than watching on TV. So I don’t get too heavily interested.
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