Free Meat!!!!
My siblings and I have always had a good time with the Daytona 500.
It goes back a whole lot of years.
Chuck, Jim & John (along with my Dad) were the big racing fans. Jeff and I used to make fun of it all.
“Mix in a right turn!”
“It’s all about the crashes!”
Yet, we watched and we usually bet.
Corinne joined the pro-race team a long time ago. She knows it well.
Last year, we all picked a driver.
Simple rules. Top two drivers got a free dinner courtesy of the bottom 2.
Me and Chuck lost...
...Corinne and John made sure that we paid up quickly.
We had a great time...
...ate 40 pounds of meat at a Brazilian steakhouse.
(That’s 40 pounds apiece).
“I got Harvick and Corinne has Logano,” Chuck texted on Saturday.
I hadn’t even studied yet!
“I’ll take Menard,” John said.
“I got Elliot,” Jim chimed in.
I found an article on a website. I was in trouble.
“Brad Keslowski is 8-1,” the article said.
I took him.
During the race, I was watching golf, but I had it on my phone, and then I changed over to the race. Everyone was bunched together.
“I owe dinner. I don’t owe dinner. I owe dinner.”
It was flip-flopping. They were down to 25 laps left.
My beautiful, ailing wife (she has a miserable bout of the flu) intervened.
She needed Tylenol and drinks. The caution flag was out.
“I’ll go now, be back for the end.”
As I waited at the checkout, my phone absolutely blew up.
“You’re out!” Chuck wrote. “He blew a tire.”
I was peeved! $100 down the drain. Plus they had bragging rights.
“Race is still on,” Kathy said.
“Doesn’t matter. My guy got bounced.”
“Good, put in the movie.”
I was following the text chain.
“You’re back in!” Chuck wrote.
I had no idea if they were yanking my chain or not. There had been a major crash. I went to the website and sure enough...
...my guy was back in...
...and 3 other drivers were out...
“Me and Corinne!” I wrote.
“Yeah, you eat free, fatso.”
That right there is a great sentence!
I eat free!
It goes back a whole lot of years.
Chuck, Jim & John (along with my Dad) were the big racing fans. Jeff and I used to make fun of it all.
“Mix in a right turn!”
“It’s all about the crashes!”
Yet, we watched and we usually bet.
Corinne joined the pro-race team a long time ago. She knows it well.
Last year, we all picked a driver.
Simple rules. Top two drivers got a free dinner courtesy of the bottom 2.
Me and Chuck lost...
...Corinne and John made sure that we paid up quickly.
We had a great time...
...ate 40 pounds of meat at a Brazilian steakhouse.
(That’s 40 pounds apiece).
“I got Harvick and Corinne has Logano,” Chuck texted on Saturday.
I hadn’t even studied yet!
“I’ll take Menard,” John said.
“I got Elliot,” Jim chimed in.
I found an article on a website. I was in trouble.
“Brad Keslowski is 8-1,” the article said.
I took him.
During the race, I was watching golf, but I had it on my phone, and then I changed over to the race. Everyone was bunched together.
“I owe dinner. I don’t owe dinner. I owe dinner.”
It was flip-flopping. They were down to 25 laps left.
My beautiful, ailing wife (she has a miserable bout of the flu) intervened.
She needed Tylenol and drinks. The caution flag was out.
“I’ll go now, be back for the end.”
As I waited at the checkout, my phone absolutely blew up.
“You’re out!” Chuck wrote. “He blew a tire.”
I was peeved! $100 down the drain. Plus they had bragging rights.
“Race is still on,” Kathy said.
“Doesn’t matter. My guy got bounced.”
“Good, put in the movie.”
I was following the text chain.
“You’re back in!” Chuck wrote.
I had no idea if they were yanking my chain or not. There had been a major crash. I went to the website and sure enough...
...my guy was back in...
...and 3 other drivers were out...
“Me and Corinne!” I wrote.
“Yeah, you eat free, fatso.”
That right there is a great sentence!
I eat free!
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