This past weekend I had the opportunity to head to the friendly confines of Wrigley Field in Chicago to see my beloved Cubbies beat the New York Metropolitans, 6-2. I don’t mind paying $6 dollars to drink good domestic beer Old Style out of a paper cup. I don’t mind sitting shoulder to shoulder with other sweaty, fat guys for 3 hours. I don’t mind the mass of mullets and frat boys mingling with each other in such a way that gay marriage seems perfectly acceptable. Because when it comes to good times, good drinks and the all-American pastime, there is not better place to be.
This weekend, I had the opportunity to attend the Brickyard 400 Allstate 400 at the Brickyard at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway (the naming of these events is getting out of control… that is for another day). As I spent my day watching those around me, I noticed one thing in particular… if a helicopter is landing, we will watch with great anticipation. Only to find out that the step-daughter of a radio show call-in winner who (who was either savvy enough to dial at the right time, or too stupid to dial the numbers faster) gets to fly to races while me and my amazingly developed calf muscles get to park a mile away and traipse through hobo urine. That’s it.
No great truth that will spawn thought by modern man for generations. Just the knowledge that mullets, Bud Light and brightly colored T-shirts indicate a distinct interest in rotationary flying machines.
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In light of Mike Vick’s hearing being scheduled for today, here is a site that will provide you with your own alias in case you get arrested for dog fighting, or I don’t know….if you need to go to the clinic to pick up your valtrax anonymously. I have a feeling that Vick may need more aliases to get medication after he goes to the federal “pound me in the ass prison”.
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