I didn't go to the race. I could have had a free Penthouse Paddock seat. Fuck that. I listened to the race on the radio. Cleaned up the charcoal grille. Fixed a neighbor's flagpole. Flew the holiday flag...
Heard the Invocation and the Memorial Day line about sacrificing themselves unselfishly and said to no one in particular, "Suckers. Look at what you died for now."
What a waste...
Semper Fi motherfucker.
My daughter attended her first Indy 500. She was amazed. "It's so fucking fast, seeing it in person is incredible. Watching it on TV is not the same," she said.
I said, "I told ya. That's why me and your grandmother and grandfather love(d) it so much."
She has a potty mouth. She's her dad's daughter.
Ryan Hunter-Reay summed it all up nice and succinctly post-race when he mentioned the total lack of respect out there.
Lack of respect for each other, the facility, and the tarditions. From the abominable Jewel-infused National Anthem, the gawd-awful caterwauling of "God Bless America," to the last half of the race...it was a microcosm of the world in which we live.It's a big reason I don't attend anymore. People don't know how to behave. "Fuck you. I'm gonna gets me mines. Look at me- look at me- look at me!!"
And Roger Penske? Jesus Christ what a fucking milquetoast. Got rid of the balloon release because it's not green to do. Dude bends whichever way the political wind blows. Next year, he'll probably paint the Vigoda and the race track itself rainbow colors in order to promote tolerance, diversity, and inclusiveness...whatever the fuck THAT means.