5/29/05: Pud Position

Unsurprising discovery of the day: the men who drive race cars for a living are a bunch of whining pussies. They're always going on about the fact that race car drivers are "real athletes" who require strength and stamina and YOU try sitting in a sweaty jumpsuit for three hours blah blah blah, and the second a woman manages to work her way into their sport they start bitching because she doesn't weigh as much as they do. What a joke. Even with the difference in weight*, shouldn't your superior blend of muscle and endurance wear this teeny little girl down? Thank God I've wasted less than seven minutes of my life on your sport. And go Danica.

It reminds me of when all the golfers got up in arms about Casey Martin asking to ride in a golf cart because he had a circulatory disease. Their argument: walking the 18 holes is sooooo physically exhausting that riding in a cart would give him an unfair advantage. You know what, golf wasn't ruined when he won his case. He didn't go out and win 18 straight torunaments. And I don't think Danica Patrick is going to win every race she enters. If she does, then we can address your stupid sexist complaints.  It seems like the lamer and less legitimate the "sport" is, the more desperate the participants become to prevent others from competing in it.

Gas Face: Golf, Auto Racing. Toothless, grinning, wart-on-the-end-of-the-nose, Kevin-Brown-hand-me-down Gas Face: Robby Gordon.

* And I'm not saying the difference is completely insignificant.