Showing posts with label tony stewart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tony stewart. Show all posts

Monday, November 23, 2009

Montoya


Better haul his crybaby butt back to Columbia for the holidays. That boy is lucky he already has two children because of Stewart gets ahold of him he won't be able to reproduce again. That's all I have to say about that.

Sad because Mark Martin didn't win the championship. Sick of cheaters winning but we all know what is going on. Such is life. Yes, I am crying because my boy didn't win, either.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Bobby Labonte







Yes, Otin, I did see that Labonte got ditched and someone involved must be legally insane. I actually screamed out loud when I saw that, and thought I had misread it until it showed up on Facebook, too. What is wrong with people?
Now, I don't have anything againt Erik Darnell, who sure knows how to rock the truck series, but when we talk Bobby Labonte, we talk champion; we talk bringing the Interstate Batteries 18 to the top for Coach Gibbs in 2000; we talk about Tony Stewart's Cup series mentor. Yes, he will be returning for five more races in the 96, but to pull him at all is like cutting off an arm. Sponsorship issues seem to be the reason, and that makes sense to some extent, but even though Darnell brings his sponsors with him, that doesn't mean he will rack up success in the seven races. That's a lot for a new kid in the big show. Yates claims intention to keep Labonte for another team next year; we'll have to see what happens.
I have Bobby Labonte 18 house shoes (like flip flops); a Bobby Labonte 18 keychain; and this lovely fish. Aside from being talented, smart, dedicated, hardworking, successful, and a family man, Labonte is hot hot hot hot. I love the Ask.com commercials where the mom in the NASCAR family is always drooling over him. I am so jealous because the actress got to grab his butt. I'd pay to do that job.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Old Guy T-Shirts


An older gentleman approached the circ desk this morning - he's a regular, always smiling, harmless flirting with us girls, it's cute and fun - wearing a t-shirt that said "Wanna Play Army? I'll Lay Down and You Can Blow Me." I asked him to come closer so I could read it. He giggled and turned red, and I read it out loud. I stood there speechless for a moment afterwards, and then started cracking up. I told him it took a lot of nerve to wear that, and I thought he was very brave. He was proud of himself after that, and smiled as he strutted through the building to grab a newspaper. I love old guys.


My boy Tony is going to rock the Glen this weekend. Last week's race sucked big time - Tony's car was a problem; his tenth place finish was a nightmare, although he successfully defended his first place standing in the Chase race. Robby Gordon got bent over a chair big time - I am so hoping he beat the hell out of David Stremme. Bobby Labonte was super-pissed at David Ragan, but really, I didn't see that the child did anything intentionally, but I do love Labonte and was upset at his on-track reaction to the wreck - love ya, Bobby! He's a good man, great driver, and super hot. Here's to an exciting race on Sunday, without the disaster that Pocono was last week.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Chicagoland 14


Time lapse video of Tony's crew decaling the 14 for this weekend. Go Tony!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Fireworks, for Real This Time




Here are the fireworks for Eileen, from lovely downtown Akron. In the first one, my daughter is the second from the left - work summary from jazz class, last Friday. Will snap some pics of the Circle today, too, when I'm not busy getting ready to ditch work early - I have Mario Kart tournament to run first - and head to Sharon Speedway for the race tonight - with Tony and Kasey Kahne, and Dave Blaney. Yee ha!

Otin - I actually like Kyle Busch - he reminds me of Tony ten years ago. Temper temper! He's a great driver and I expect him to win a championship or two down the road - and I wouldn't expect him to be happy about how Saturday night's race ended. He was going to Victory Lane to 'talk' to Tony after he got out of his car - and four officials had to restrain him and direct him to the med. Tony would have, and has done, the same thing a few years ago, and maybe now.

On the other hand, I can't stand Kurt Busch. I met him last year and got his autograph - how could I not? - and he was very nice. My mom said, he's so nice, why don't you like him? Maybe because he is a jerk - Tony punched him two Februarys ago, in the NASCAR trailer, when Kurt messed with him on the track, so Tony's not above taking it out back. But what happens in the trailer stays in the trailer, so no video or pics - unfortunately. There are a lot of vids and pics of Tony going off on other drivers in the past 15 years, so there's plenty of testosterone to love. Kurt is a good driver, too, I will give him that, but I don't know that he doesn't play dirty if he can get away with it. Not as bad as Jimmie Johnson, but then he and his crew chief are the masters of cheating. A couple of little girls if you ask me. I like a man to be a man, but play it straight and win fairly. Kick some ass if you have to, but if you have to cheat, you might as well be wearing pink underwear.

Eileen - you don't let your kids have sparklers? What in the heck? And they're boys? And the dog treats are only for potty rewards. My parents are very strict with this dog - he is a Cairn terrier and they are very difficult to train. Which is why I don't want a dog - but who else is there to dogsit but me? I expect to be drinking heavily when they return.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Fireworks and Stuff


I'm not crazy about the word "stuff." Just wanted to mention that. I like more specificity than the word allows.
Here's the important "stuff:" Yes, Otin, Tony won. Duh. Pay attention next time.
Eileen -will catch a pic of the infamous Circle. Remember when we used to drive the wrong way on it, late at night, back when the cops headquartered at the Old Town Hall? Oh, the memories and the stupidity.
Oh, the fireworks pictures are on my computer at home. Meanwhile, I will leave Eileen with a picture of my daughter wrestling with a sparkler.