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What a boring Sunday. A bicycle race where the winner was proclaimed a week ago, and a motorcycle race where Rossi could have pulled over, enjoyed an "afternoon delight" make-out session with his umbrella girl, and still gotten back on the track in time to punk the rest of the field.



Zzzzzzzzz. How much longer do I have to wait until football season?







P.S. - Congrats Colin. Scoring a "Fastest Rider Not Named Rossi" finish in a MotoGP event is quite a coup. Now go home and clean the secret sauce out of your leathers before it dries.

 

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Guess you must be right SA. I'm just too dense to appreciate the subtle intricacies of Rossi's brilliant effort to avoid sliding out on patches of his own drool as he snored his way to an utterly suspenseless and unchallenged victory.



But hey, maybe you're right. I'm not real good with intracacy appreciation. Heck, I took a class in Abstract Expressionism back in college and I'm STILL trying to figure out why someone would pay $16,000,000 for a Mark Rothko or Jackson Pollock painting that I could replicate in 5 minutes with a paintbrush stuck up my ass while simultaneously reading the newspaper. So yeah, I've got to admit, I'm just sorta dense like that sometimes.



Just forget I said anything and go back to swooning over Shane Byrnes' pretty passes that got him into 13th place or whatever other intricacies I failed to appreciate, OK?





;-)