Soccer, NASCAR, F1 Fan Blog seasoned with Japanese Anime and served with Music and Beer.
It’s probably a blessing in more ways than one that my wife and I don’t live in some grim, Northern shithole like Leeds or Bolton or Wolverhampton in merry old England. Instead we dwell up on Military Ridge in the Driftless Zone of SW Wisconsin, a place of releatively more impassioned beauty. But then again,…
Somewhere, there is a perfect world, or at the very least a perfect sports world, where wise men of noble purpose rule the pitch, the field of play, the arena of life…the sporting life at least. A world where decisions make sense, and are well-formulated, good, and wise and true. And when the lads march…
Where the fuck is Qatar?? A lot of odd stuff, random bollocks, and other assorted shite has been happening lately that I can’t begin to comprehend in some cases, and in other cases, even though I comprehend it, I can’t begin to offer any sort of explanation for it. I need a guidebook of some…
Atlanta 20 Green Bay 17 It’s not just enough to have a life, an existence….it’s almost nearly necessary to have and/or live a dissipate existence. There is little value, unfortunately in simple things anymore. Spending and MORE spending ((I’m looking at YOU Sheik Mansour and Roberto Mancini))….whores ((Hello Wayne Rooney))….faster cars ((wait…what the fuck??))….noisy and…
Music is what give you wings, young man. Sebastian Vettel won the F1 Championship in 2010, the youngest driver ever to do so…the youngest driver since Lewis Hamilton, who is now the 2nd youngest driver to have ever won the F1 Championship. Despite stellar performances during the season, Vettel never led the points until the…
Last Sunday at Texas, Jeff Gordon climbed out of his wrecked #24 DuPont Chevrolet and strolled down the track with a jaunty purpose in mind. The purpose Jeff Gordon had in mind was to bitch0slap the crap out of Jeff Burton, who just emerged from HIS wrecked #31 Caterpiller Chevrolet. And that is what he…
I have finally become a REAL Manchester United fan. And while I let those words sink in, I’ll state for the record right now that everyone, with the possible exception of Gareth Bale, has gotten WAAAAAAAYYYY over their skis on Gareth Bale. After Tottenham’s swell little 3-1 win over Inter Milan in the Champions League…
It’s Talladega Baby!! And y’all know what that means….after all, the first 2 letters in Talladega aren’t T & A for nuthin’ ya know. And the added bonus is that Talladega is on Halloween, and how scary will THAT be?! Yes? Break out your Jimmy Spencer masks NOW!! But as the fall edition of Talladega…
I don’t know if any of this proves anything or not. Fernando Torres led hapless Liverpool to a 2-1 win over Blackburn with a game winning goal at the 56 minute mark. It might have saved the day, and Roy Hodgson’s job, but can it save the season? And this week England’s long national nightmare…
England 0 Montenegro 0 Just as I predicted in my last post, The Empire fell, fell a little further and deeper into the slough of despond…and the Three Lions’ little roar was silenced to a purr. I called the shot, and the lads from Montenegro, in case you’re wondering where the fuck they came from,…
I can see the future, and it’s not a bright future. It’s not the future I want to see. But unfortunately, it is the FUTURE. Time is headed in that direction and there is no way to stop it. I know there is a passage somewhere in the Bible that says, “If thine eyes be…
There has been too much to say and too little to say. Too much time to say it and not enough time get it all down. Too much sports and not enough beat writers…well, actually the real beat writers have been on it. And so have the columnists. And yes, even the journalists, rare though…
There is too much instant communication and not enough time to contemplate or enjoy it. There are too many things to know and too many things to do and still nobody seems to know anything. There are too many mechanisms and too many gadgets and none of them are the right sort of gadgets that…
I made a list of things to write about this week from the sporting world that taken as a whole have little to do with one another. But as usual, this does not stop me from trying to find some common thread. There simply HAS to a fearful symmetry somewhere in the interstices between Joey…