Soccer, NASCAR, F1 Fan Blog seasoned with Japanese Anime and served with Music and Beer.
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…
Sebastian Vettel WINS the Australian Gran Prix There is, as there always is I suppose, a horrifying backlog of various sports music cultural political and artistic information, just to name a few, that if I captured them in bare hands and crushed their life blood onto these pages more frequently, perhaps it would seem…
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…
“We could get Keith Urban, Radio Birdman, and that Nick Cave guy to do the halftime show at the Australian Grand Prix….” There’s been a changing of guard at the top of Formula 1 that has been years in the making and should have happened years ago. But Bernie Ecclestone clung on for 40…
If I had mind to, I’d tear that fucking statue down and send it back to France…. A mind, they say, is a terrible thing to waste. But sometimes, in my case anyway, I’m not so sure. A mind can be very much like time and money. Money shines more brightly when it’s wasted.…
Business As Usual?? I’m not so sure…. I’ve always resisted the typical end-of-year backward glances; top 23 lists of crap, movies, music that I hate; reminiscences; resolutions; and other typical forms of dull tedious shite. I have at other times engaged in some form of egregious introspection, but not at this time of the…
It’s TALLADEGA, Baby!! And you know what THAT means…!! NOW I ask y’all straight off….is that not THE BEST FUCKING BEE GEES PICTURE of All Time?? You absolutely KNOW it is. Onward. As for what Talladega means….well….we all know that the #1 search term that finds this little online sadness diary that is more…
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…
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…
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)…
2015 in Review, pretty much…. If you expect a look back here, a year in review and all that dross, then your expectations are pretty much wrong. Go cry into a glass of cheap champagne on your own time. Also, if you expect any New Year’s Resolutions and similar false bravado here, well…I guess…