Kanaan, where cars were entertaining June He stood beneath an amber moon And softly murmured "someday soon" He, dissed and clung to gearheads Then, tomorrow was another day The win five hundred miles away With heed, a bunch of wrecks at bay, Now, when twilight dims the sky to black Recalling deeds and tires on rack There’s one race that he's put to fact Return to taste the Indy milk <instrumental> Then, tomorrow was another day The morning found him miles away With still a million things to say Now, when twilight dims the sky above Recalling thrills of our love There’s one thing that he's certain of Return he will to old Brazil That old Brazil Man, it’s old in Brazil Brazil, Brazil
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Erin the Cornish Rex sleeps soundly, satisfied that the Lady Vols beat Bama in the superregional softball tourney. He’s ready to see the women play their best in the Women’s College World Series.
Another sign that the love affair with Obama is over and getting cankerous
Is the world splitting apart again?
The pendulum swings…
In sporting news…
Earlier today the SEC and ESPN announced an agreement that exploitation of college athletes is their bread and butter for at least the next 20 years, pushing the importance of academics in the SE United States further back into the 20th century.
Trying to understand why goldfish muck around a fountain…
My friends in the American sport known affectionately as the NFL have argued with me that just because they like wearing tight pants, gloves and fancy, shiny, bejeweled hats does not, in fact, imply that they are anything more than normal heterosexual men, neither gay nor bisexual, and certainly not cross-dressers or transsexuals.
Well, who am I to counter-argue?
After all, my fat-to-muscle ratio is entirely out of proportion to theirs and my 40-yard dash is more like a 40-yard wheezing shuffle.
Don’t get me wrong. I like a good argument.
Let’s look at some examples of what a good football game could look like if we decided not to take the players at their word.
Like this one, a nice, muddy reenactment of the Battle of Pearl Harbour.
Now, compare it to its “opposite”, a muddy NFL game — is there really any difference?
I mean, if women are willing to play football in their skivvies, what are guys all wrapped up in pads trying prove?
Let’s take another look: helmet-to-helmet hit vs. the Battle of Hastings vs. NFL players at their toughest vs. other guys in outfits dancing.
I don’t know…is there that much difference? Seems like the first video was the toughest of the bunch.
Of course, what takes place in the locker room afterward may seal the deal but it’s not my business who likes taking group showers.
I won’t bother you with comparing ballet performances to NBA games — you’ve surely already seen those comparisons….or NHL games to Disney on Ice…or…Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson in a tutu???
In sports news…
At the announcement that one, if not most, NBA players are gay, Jerry Rice and Joe Montana denied reports of a longterm relationship on-and-off the field, Michael Strahan and Joe Namath remained mum on why they like to wear makeup, and the University of Alabama would not verify reports that it has won so many national championships because it recruits only young men who want to prove they’re tough and absolutely without-a-doubt not gay just because they like to play dress up — spiked shoes, face makeup, tattoos, long hair and colourful uniforms — chasing and tackling each other in front of screaming fanatics.
When you want to love a sport but it wants you to hate it, be a good sport and say goodbye!
Growing up, I was taught to be a motorsports fan and NASCAR was the motorsports of choice in my family.
My father took me, as a child, to “minor league” NASCAR races at the local track on Friday.
My grandfather turned the TV to national NASCAR races on Sunday after church.
As an adult, I attended open-wheeled racing events with Dad but NASCAR was still a common topic between us.
However, somewhere along the way, the people who run the show at NASCAR have turned me into a NASCAR hater. I really dislike watching the event on TV and have grown tired of the noise at a live race.
I used to enjoy rooting and rallying enthusiasm for my favorite drivers but then, somewhere along the way, the fans started yelling at each other and booing their least favorite drivers.
It was enough to turn me off from the whole show.
Then the NASCAR organizers decided to up the hate even more, pretending the races were some kind of real sport and technological regulatory nightmare in return.
So, I stopped watching.
I was glad that Richard Petty, Alan Kulwicki and Jeff Gordon were my favorite drivers.
Now, it doesn’t matter.
The headlines that pop up showing yet another female driver being a “maverick” on the racetrack or the attempt to create another non-stock-car variant of racecar turn me further from even thinking about paying attention to the driver standings or watching the races.
But they do get me to comment about my lost childhood and the joy of cheering for both local and national drivers.
C’est la vie, NASCAR. Adios. You oversold the concept of bland racecars and pretty-boy/girl drivers — the empty seats show that those of us with limited incomes have more interesting things to do with our time and money than support your infighting and pretense with setting your rules and then proving your worth by punishing innovation within your ranks.
Richard Petty was right. The stock car died a long time ago and would eventually take NASCAR down with it.
I laugh in your face and spit on your so-called sport. Ptooie!
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