Somehow, I managed to resurrect this website.

Dear IMS,

This domain is still up for negotiations. Y’all stole my tag line.

Heart Emoji,
-Will

Thank you, Will Power.  Thank you. You inspired me out of retirement (temporarily).

Since the last time I spoke with you, quite a bit has happened.  Lord Randall has made all right with the world.  Versus has poached the great blogging talents like it’s Roger Penske in an Andretti Store (namely Hobbson and the resurrected Jeff’s Name Ain’t IRL).  Robin Miller is the happiest man in the world.  The National Guard car will be driven by an ‘murican to the delight of the anti-redcoat lobby (but not me). Chevrolet will be back thanks to the $600 they just shafted me for brakes.  Lotus will also be back, but they have not shafted me recently.  Graham is going to be full-time next season with a pseudo-Ganassi team run by Jake “The Snake” Roberts.

In other words, all is well.

(As for me, life is busy…and good…but also busy)

Tonight’s most special of guests on Trackside with Curt Cavin and Kevin Lee (8-10 EDT at 1070thefan.com) is none other than the legendary Robin Miller.  Two will enter, but only one will leave.  Either way, Kevin Lee will have to clean up the mess…poor guy. Here’s hoping for a complete and total absence of decorum.

If you follow the IndyCar Series as closely as some, you know that there is a bunch whining and finger-pointing going on in the twittersphere.  I won’t go into too much detail here, as Dale Nixon has done a far better job than I care to do, but that doesn’t mean I can’t express my distaste for it!

First, Tomas Scheckter and Alex Tagliani are not happy with each other.  Tomas is channeling the power of karma down upon Tags, and Tags is calling Tomas a girl, which is funny because they both finished behind two of the three girls.  In the end, though, both are having a bitchfest on internet, and what does that make them? 

NERDS.

Then Ryan Briscoe and wife Nicole Manske-Briscoe started up with Graham Rahal over twitter. It was all wah wah wah and I didn’t do nothing you did nothing and blahblahblah.  If you’ve been following this site, you pretty much know that the Son of ‘Stache gets preferential treatment around here sometimes.  Well, not today, Ryan, Nicole, and Graham, you were whining and arguing on the internet, and do you know what that makes you?

NERDS.

Seriously…When the American settlers were ticked off about shipping taxes overseas to the king, did they go and bicker on the internet?  NO.  They threw a bunch of tea in the Boston Harbor!

When Michael Spinks called Mike Tyson a sissy, did Tyson go and cry in 140 characters or less?  NO.  He knocked him the eff out in less than 140 seconds.

When AJ Foyt had his mother insulted by a lion, did he pull out his smartphone?  NO.  He proceeded to kill the lion with his bare hands, eat its flesh, and fire his grandson.

So come on, drivers.  You’re better than this.  Solve things like proper human beings, preferably with steel folding chairs in post race interviews, or at least Sam Hornish’s dad.