Post #11,107
10/1/01 12:51:03 PM
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heathen, would agree until you said golf!
Watching golf on tv is like taking a dump by proxy. thanx, bill
why did god give us a talleywhacker and a trigger finger if he didnt want us to use them? Randy Wayne White
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Post #11,184
10/1/01 8:58:56 PM
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Hey.. it's the only brain exercise a PHB gets
Keeps him from doin more harm. While he's tryin to figure out what number comes after 9, he isn't orderin upgrades n' Growin the Enterprise.
Why without golf.. you'd be installin' AD all of next year and the next and then --
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Post #11,192
10/1/01 10:07:00 PM
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I'd kick Ashton
but with a small grain of humor, is often truth.
But golf *is* more interesting than racing. Watching a Tiger Woods or even a Jack Niclaus in his decline setting up a putt, and stroking it.... vs. cars running round and round and round and round and round (repeat 400 or 500 times). The only excitement with auto racing is the pit stops and the crashes.
Who knows how empty the sky is In the place of a fallen tower. Who knows how quiet it is in the home Where a son has not returned.
-- Anna Akhmatova (1889-1966)
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Post #11,208
10/2/01 7:24:37 AM
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Hey.. ya won't have Ashton to kick around anymore.
or was that Nixon? I forget.
I'll concede Tiger - almost exciting! How could a human do that kind of physics flawlessly !?
But you are confused if you think Murican 'round in a circle' stuff is other than a Disneyland dumbed-down ersatz form of motor racing.
True road racing, like the Nurburg Ring, Mille Miglia, other European races on actual roads - are nothing like that boring crap. (Dunno how many of the great Euro courses have survived)
A.
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Post #11,209
10/2/01 8:13:52 AM
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grudging teeth gritting admission of possibility
The courses you describe (real roads, with real courses and not 2 or 3 miles of circular ... ah.... mechanical self-mastu um I mean mutilation....) may have more promise than the type of race I usually see on my US television.
Who knows how empty the sky is In the place of a fallen tower. Who knows how quiet it is in the home Where a son has not returned.
-- Anna Akhmatova (1889-1966)
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Post #11,234
10/2/01 10:16:13 AM
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As with anything, rare exceptions
The 1985 Indianapolis 500. Danny Sullivan dueling with Mario Andretti for the last dozen or so laps. Andretti's car clearly outmatched, but blocking Sullivan with a masterful display of driving. Sullivan finally went down onto the apron to pass, spun in front of Andretti at over 180 mph, recovered, and tried the move again on the last (second-to-last?) lap to get the win.
Two hours of dull round-and-round leading up to it, but without a doubt the most exciting finish I've ever seen.
We have to fight the terrorists as if there were no rules and preserve our open society as if there were no terrorists. -- [link|http://www.nytimes.com/2001/04/05/opinion/BIO-FRIEDMAN.html|Thomas Friedman]
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Post #11,270
10/2/01 1:31:17 PM
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ya never watched a race with me
every inch of those cars in the 500 miles is closely watched as to shifts, imaginary steering wheel in one hand thirstaid in the other, leans to the curves foot tapping etc. thanx, bill
why did god give us a talleywhacker and a trigger finger if he didnt want us to use them? Randy Wayne White
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Post #11,326
10/2/01 6:42:16 PM
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Ha ha, + I used to do that too
ya never watched a race with me [writes the BOx] every inch of those cars in the 500 miles is closely watched... ObPrescientLrpd, out in the forum page where your headline was the only new one: " Mandatory cayenne enemas would have the same effect." Heh, heh... :-) ...imaginary steering wheel in one hand thirstaid in the other, leans to the curves foot tapping etc. I used to do that when I played my kid sister's Nintendo (Super Mario Bros, Zelda, and a little Tetris, IIRC), years ago... But it didn't help, and they only laughed at me.
Christian R. Conrad The Man Who Knows Fucking Everything
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Post #11,343
10/2/01 8:48:13 PM
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LRPDLives!
What rolls down stairs, alone or in pairs.
Cackle.. Cackle.. Cackle.. Cackle.. Cackle.. Cackle.. Cackle.. Cackle.. Cackle.. Cackle..
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