Texas. All of It.

I reserve the right to come back here later & post about all the singin's and carryin's on at all THREE Texas races, but as I've been mentioning lately, my git up and go done got up and went some time ago.

I dunno if Jeff Burton's string of bad luck is bringin' me down, or if it is the seemingly endless string of uninspired (at best) singers and command givers. The last straw may have been

former Cowboy, Emmitt Fucking Smith plugging his little "Dancing With the Stars" competition and begging for votes mere seconds before giving a command that was mighty weak coming from a man of his stature.

It's all so wrong for so many reasons. I was encouraged by the Harvick/Riggs dust-up after the race. A hint of old-school mayhem, sullied by the sheer pussiness of shoving a girl. While she was walking downhill. Delana Harvick ain't my favorite driver's wife by any stretch of the imagination, but she didn't deserve pickin' on.

From what I heard about the deal, it was her mouthy husband Kevin who was being a bitch and she was next to him when he got shoved, so she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. (That actually happened to me, once, some nut pushed Cecil offa bar stool, and I was next to Cec, so I went down, too.... no big whoop.)

My complaint is that Harvick and Rigg's thug shoulda been throwin' punches behind a trailer, not trying to run people over with pit-boxes. Sheesh. What has NASCAR come to?

A week or two ago Casey Mears and Ryan Newman were having a lot of on-track beatin' and bangin' and told to quit it out or get black-flagged by NASCAR. I thought it was very cool and ballsy of Mears to go to Newman's motor coach later that night so they could duke it out there. Mikey Waltrip claims to have seen it and said, "It was pretty cool."

I wish I coulda seen that. For one thing, Casey Mears is a little Charlie Brown lookin' squirt and Newman is about a side of beef. I admire Mear's pluck. In the end it was probably a fair fight, Newman is big and slow, Mears is little & quick. Probably woulda looked like a Warner Brothers cartoon.

Haaaaaahhhhh. Sigh. That was a lot more fun than writing about those fuckin' singers.

The Texas Christian University's "Horned Toad" Marching Band did a really, really great arrangement of the National Anthem. Very dramatic & pompous, but still REALLY GOOD! Cecil said, "When they went into 'oh say does that...' it was STIRRING."

FOUR STARS TO THEM.

And please support Krispy Kremes. They're about to go bankrupt, just as Dunkin Donuts is threatening to try to take The South again. Krispy Kreme is a beautiful traditional Southern Icon - right up there with Waffle House. We must try to save it.

Please. Fight the good fight.