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.