^^^ Damn you, I had 806 and you pulled ahead of me by a smashing 8 pts.

 

^^^It's a long season, but I have no intention of relinquishing the lead...

 

Damn You!!!

I had 850 points with 90 laps to go. Ended with 793.

Burton let me down with the mystery pit stop.

Then Kyle Busch killed me with a black flag.

My luck sucks.

I will catch you Jeff!!

 

Not gonna let that happen Dana. And I just joined the F1 league too, so now you can lose to me in two leagues!!

 

Oh. Oh. No you didn't!

F1 is my territory brother. We shall see.

 

Just because I am a Nascar fan, don't count on me to suck in F1. Be afraid. Be very afraid...

 

Why does this picture keep coming to mind??

 

"Here's the deal I'm the best there is. Plain and simple. I wake up in the morning and I piss excellence."

 

Jean Girard: [has Ricky in an arm lock] I will let you go, Ricky. But first, I want you to say..."I... love... crepes."
Cal Naughton, Jr.: Don't you say it, Ricky. These colors don't run.
Ricky Bobby: I'm not gonna say it.
Cal Naughton, Jr.: Good.
Ricky Bobby: Hey, look, Frenchy, I thought about it. So why don't you go ahead and break my arm?
Jean Girard: I do not want to break your arm, Monsieur Bobby, but I am a man of my word.
Ricky Bobby: Here's the deal. He's not gonna break it because I'm gonna slip out of it right now. Houdini!
[he tries unsuccessfully to get free]
Jean Girard: Whoa! Get down, you little pancake.
Ricky Bobby: Someone might as well get me a beer while I'm down here.
Jean Girard: But you have forced me to do this. You are now mocking me and making me look ridiculous. Just say, "I love crepes."
Cal Naughton, Jr.: You know, just to put this in there, I had a whole mess of crepes this morning. They're just like pancakes, maybe even better.
Ricky Bobby: Wait, are they the really thin pancakes?
Cal Naughton, Jr.: Yeah.
Jean Girard: Yes they are. They are the really thin pancakes. It's just a French word for them.
Ricky Bobby: Oh, my god, I love those.
Cal Naughton, Jr.: Put any syrups you want on them. I'm just saying, think about it.
Ricky Bobby: They come with cheese sometimes?
Jean Girard: Yes, of course, a fromage-crepe.
Ricky Bobby: Well, why didn't someone yell that right-right away?
Jean Girard: Do you know what's in the crepe suzette?
Ricky Bobby: Oh, I love the crepe suzette.
Jean Girard: With the sugar and lemon juice...
Ricky Bobby: Yeah, the sugar and the lemon juice. Sure.
Jean Girard: Grand Marnier.
Ricky Bobby: I wo - I wish I could crawl into one of those right now. I'd eat my way out from the inside.

 

Dana, I am in tears over here...

One more before I sign off...



Ricky Bobby: What's going on?
Jean Girard: Soon you will know what it is like to be beaten by the hands of somebody who is truly better than you. As William Blake wrote 'The catworm forgives the plow".
Ricky Bobby: Well I got something for you from the late great Colonel Sanders who said "I'm to drunk to taste this chicken"