Sweets To The Sweets, Farewell!
The Hostile Takeover, I fear, has come to an end. And so too have George’s day-terrors. I’m proud to report, though, that the structural integrity of the blog appears sound — albeit slightly charred. Such success hardly seemed likely 20 short hours ago, but here we are. There’s certainly more I’d like to post, but I figured I‘ll leave on a high note. (And by “high note,” I mean “before everything melts like in a Salvador Dali painting.”)
But before I go, let me say this.
[cue melodramatic Cat Stevens song]
It’s been an honor to defile this site today. Truly. I respect & admire George immensely, and I consider him to be everything I’m not: knowledgeable, passionate, and an exceedingly talented writer. The same holds true of Bill Zahren, of course. And Jeff Iannucci. And Will McCarty — all of whom continuously set the bar of our little blogosphere at a stunningly high level. There are others as well, all of whom contribute to make our sport better. And it’s something I’m tremendously proud to be a part of, despite all appearances to the contrary.
So with that, I bid farewell to my one day on a real IndyCar blog. I leave it in far worse shape than I found it, and its loyal readers far dumber for being forced to read it. George will return Wednesday to clean up this vile mess, and all will be right with the world.
That is, until he makes another foolish bet with me. Which will hopefully be soon.
Good night, folks. Drive home safely.