Happy post-Memorial Day Tuesday, and what better way to finish off the day than with some .
I’ve gotten a tap on the shoulder to deputize for Zach and Amber this week, and just like you, I’m settling back into work after one hell of a .
On Monday, the wife and I had some friends over to stately Reigle Manor (our rented townhome), and I got up nice and early to tend to a pork butt and a turkey breast, which I must say came out perfectly.
I’ve smoked a few pork butts, and I think the planets just aligned on this one; it was *chef’s kiss* perfection.
We played some games, including one called Quiplash that’s on Netflix â which people forget has games; I certainly did â where you write quips and try to out-funny your competitors.
It was a great time, though, as a fella who earns his money word-writin’, I was sweating it a little bit. I couldn’t lay an egg. It’d be like if a dude who plays in the goes to Dave & Buster’s and throws brick after brick while playing Pop-A-Shot with his pals.
It means nothing, but it would be embarrassing as hell.
I’m happy to say I survived, but ashamed to say I did not win.
Funny enough, another game we played involved drawing, and my wife â a real-deal professional artist â had this exact feeling.
But, even if I had embarrassed myself, it would take more than a shot to the ego to kill the buzz I was feeling from Sunday’s Indianapolis 500.
Good. Lord.
I watch a lot of racing (in fact, at one point on Sunday I was juggling the Indy 500 and the F1 race between my TV and an iPad), but there is just nothing like Indy.
I mean, I think I watched that final lap at least 10 to 12 times and will continue to, because it was mind-blowing.
Here’s race-winner Felix Rosenqvist’s onboard camera from the final lap. It’s the stuff of legend.
Rosenqvist is a great driver, but until Sunday was believed by many to be on the bubble as far as re-signing next season.
Well, I don’t think that’s much of a concern anymore.
Now, while we’ve got Indy on the brain, let’s check in on the top-finishing woman in Indy 500 history…
Danica Patrick was in Speedway, Indiana, this weekend to hop on Fox’s Indy 500 coverage, and once the race was in the books, she clearly had some gas left in the tank.
reporter Tricia Whitaker (another OutKick favorite; this is like the Nightcaps version of when Thor shows up in a Captain America movie) shared a clip on social media of Danica hopping on stage and belting out some tunes.
I’ve said it many times: I feel like every American â and an estimated 1 in 1,000 do every year â should make a pilgrimage to the Indianapolis 500, and if the race and this video don’t sell you on that, I’m not sure what will.
I went in 2021, and it was incredible. You roll in early in the morning, have whatever cold beverage makes you happy, and eat a pork tenderloin sandwich all before like 10 a.m..
Then you have what year after year is one of the most entertaining races on the motorsports calendar, and then you can go to a bar and watch Danica Patrick sit in with the band.
I legitimately do not know what else you could ask for.
Actually, if you asked for anything else, you’d be unreasonable. There, I said it.
I’ve heard that there are many ways to skin a cat (which is such a weird saying; at some point in history, there was so much cat-skinning going on that everyone had their own method), but I thought there was only one way to apply toothpaste.
You grabbed your free toothbrush with your dentist’s name printed on it, grabbed the tube of Colgate Optic White in the other, then squeezed a pea-sized amount on the bristles. Then you brushed until the end of a song on the r
