Soccer, NASCAR, F1 Fan Blog seasoned with Japanese Anime and served with Music and Beer.
Amtrak 8 will be arriving on YOUR planet shortly!! I’ve pored through my photo archives and it dawned on me that I really have almost no pictures of Amtrak 7, the Empire Builder from Chicago to Seattle. Almost all my Empire Builder pictures are of the eastbound Amtrak 8. It’s most likely down to…
Coming Soon to a Premier League Near You… I’m gripped by this feeling that the new football season in England is starting a week early. I might be imagining it, but I’m NOT imagining this huge rough hand gripping me by the scruff of the neck and hauling me sorry ass to my Adler…
Wayne Rooney Goes Home To Roost With far less fanfare than That Villan John Terry, Wayne leaves Man U and returns to his old home club, Everton from whence he sprang into Britain’s….well, England’s at least….football imagination so many years ago. There wasn’t the major salutations that surrounded Terry’s departure from Chelsea. Which does…
Arsene Wenger’s revenge….. I am currently watching the replay of yesterday’s FA Cup final between ArseAnal and Chelsea. My thought was that today it would turn out different than it did yesterday when ArseAnal and Arsene Wenger strode jauntily off into the sunset with a 2-1 win. But at the 3 minutes and change…
“This doesn’t look at ALL like Alabama…” It’s Talladega, Baby!! And if don’t know what THAT means, then you’ve been living a very sheltered life. It doesn’t mean a run for the roses, or chugging a quart of milk in Victory Lane. I’ll give you a clue: THIS!! It’s Talladega, Baby!! So I won’t…
I promise to keep it simple…but…. The NASCAR 2017 season is upon us like a comet about to hit the Earth. The Advance Auto Parts Clash at Daytona is this Saturday and the Daytona 500 qualifying for the front row is this Sunday afternoon. So I’m getting on with it. But there is a…
GIVE that man another pint of gravy, good sir…. It’s been what….a month and a half, say? 3 fortnights? Well, however you slice it up, it’s been an unreasonable passage of time. And no need to belabor the obvious or oblivious facts that get in the way of the truth. And why bother with…
Bongo Christ (l) and (Not) Johnny Moustache (r) The symphonies themselves are not all that apocryphal, but their performances by Bongo Christ and Johnny Moustache, like any or most of my stories, certainly are as apocryphal as they come. Whether or not their performances will resonate with the world any better than my stories,…
It’s Talladega, Baby!! And I APPROVE of what that means!!! This will, or might likely, be my worst bloog post ever. The feeling grows within me each passing day as the materials, ideas, concepts pile crushing me, until they seem to wither away and I seem to wither away and I put the same…
International Biker Chicks In case I haven’t already announced it, I hereby officially announce my retirement from International Football. That’s it. I’m done. I’m hanging up the boots. Jürgen Klinnsman can come begging all he wants. But sorry. I’m through. I want it understood, however, that while I’m retiring from international football, that does…
My Room With A View The feeling grows within me that what I see out my window here is increasingly relevant to nothing other than itself. This would not necessarily be a bad thing if I were delivering a sermon at your church, but in this case it releases the impulse to communicate, applies…
Brian France with a Charter prepared for a lucky team owner, earlier… NASCAR has crept up on me suddenly this year…like the shadow of a monster. Well, to be honest it was lurking there all along But like everything this year, it has taken me by surprise. Yes, it really IS and has been…
My blog, recently…. I’ve been on the verge of filing a petition with the Federal Railroad Administration for the abandonment of this blog. The property is in sad shape, needs extensive maintenance work, track and signal upgrades. Bridges need to be replaces, not to mention the new ones that need to be built. All…
Business as usual, then…. I never visited the borough of Plumstead when I was in London…and I’m not sure if it was still called Plumstead back in those brave and terrible days of Nixon’s decline…but I am quite sure I was never there. No, I’m absolutely certain. Just a I’m quite sure (absolutely certain)…