Waaasssuuuuuppppp!!!
Fun weekend in Dublin, GA with my brother and his wife, my sister and niece, and my own wife. Much to the rest of my family's chagrin, I taught my niece the wonderful greeting phrase above (I had to do something; being called "Shelaleigh" just wasn't going to cut it). I can already see my Grandmother holding up a picture of my wife and I and getting a "Wassssuuuuupppp!!!" from baby girl. I'd love to be a fly on the wall for that one.
Due to the trip down, I was unable to participate in the live draft for Tim's fantasy baseball league. Therefore, I had to work mostly with the current rankings - I am loaded with pitching and not much else. Furthermore, the curse of the Rising Son has been placed upon all on my team; I assure you that by season's end, most of these players will have suffered some season/ career threatening injury. But it'll be fun... (that's what I keep telling myself; just tell me who to send the $10 to)
And finally, there is the loveliness that is Nascar. Their next bonfire was set for Atlanta yesterday afternoon, which was a terribly rainy day in the city (sidebar: how can that racetrack or the drag strip in Commerce be considered the "Atlanta" track(s); it's a full 50 to 60 miles outside of the frickin' city!). So needless to say as my wife and I were making our way back up to our humble abode, we were doing so with about 10,000 other toothless wonders that were crying in their beers in coozies b/c the precious race had been rained out. So there we were, surrounded by direct descendants of Generals Lee, Stonewall Jackson, and the Clampetts sitting in bumper to duct-taped bumper traffic with these fine specimens of the human genome. What should have been an easy 3 hours turned into just shy of 4 hours. Stupid Nascar...
Due to the trip down, I was unable to participate in the live draft for Tim's fantasy baseball league. Therefore, I had to work mostly with the current rankings - I am loaded with pitching and not much else. Furthermore, the curse of the Rising Son has been placed upon all on my team; I assure you that by season's end, most of these players will have suffered some season/ career threatening injury. But it'll be fun... (that's what I keep telling myself; just tell me who to send the $10 to)
And finally, there is the loveliness that is Nascar. Their next bonfire was set for Atlanta yesterday afternoon, which was a terribly rainy day in the city (sidebar: how can that racetrack or the drag strip in Commerce be considered the "Atlanta" track(s); it's a full 50 to 60 miles outside of the frickin' city!). So needless to say as my wife and I were making our way back up to our humble abode, we were doing so with about 10,000 other toothless wonders that were crying in their beers in coozies b/c the precious race had been rained out. So there we were, surrounded by direct descendants of Generals Lee, Stonewall Jackson, and the Clampetts sitting in bumper to duct-taped bumper traffic with these fine specimens of the human genome. What should have been an easy 3 hours turned into just shy of 4 hours. Stupid Nascar...
posted by misawa at 7:44 AM
2 Comments:
So NASCAR fans inch along for hours in traffic, all for the chance to watch a bunch of cars drive 200 mph in a circle? Wishful thinking?
and you are complaining about NASCAR why???? as Trimumph would say "wll poop on you or George the gorilla!"
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