
I don't follow F1 at all, but this is facinating:
Inside the Scandal That Rocked the Formula One Racing World.It's amazing that some of the most advanced machines in the world are built just to go around in circles really fast. That presupposes that there's something grander or more profound for them to do, but I think there is. There has to be.
Speaking of going around in a circle at tremendous expense, I went to Pimlico field last weekend for the
Preakness
with a group of friends, where we saw Big Brown walk away from the field in the home strech. That was remarkable. Less remarkable was the $24 I collected on a $20 bet, but hey, I won. Unlike the S&P500. And the IRS will be duly notified. Maybe.
Much more remarkable than either of those tidbits, is that the infield, where we observed all the action from, was a madhouse. Imagine ten thousand Britney Spears Gone Wild with ten thousand Kevin Federline's and Frathouse Meatheads, drunk out of their minds, mired in a field of mud, with random fistfights and debauchery sprinkled like peanuts in a turd, and you'll get the picture. The port-a-potties were a holocaust, or rather, I wish they had been. Setting them on fire would have been an improvement. Not quite the ladies-in-sun-dresses-and-big-hats with gentlemen-in-seer-sucker-suits and drinking some sort of Maryland mint-julepps that I had in mind. Unless you're an idiot, yo, spring for the grand-stand tickets. The Bring All the Beer and Wine You Can Carry Policy should have been a tip-off.
Anyway, even if I would repeat it, it was still an interesting and informative experience. Not unlike college if you went to a party-school. And if Big Brown wins the Belmont, the story will be that I was there at the Preakness finish line. Capping the night off at Fells Point at Bertha's was a pretty nice capstone.
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