Saturday, October 18, 2008

Randy's Big Race Big-Up

Hey there NASA program fans! With an over-spangled viewout I extend a warm Carliforn-I-U-S-A welcome once again to my official Notorious B.I.G-Up!
So let's batten down the hatches on the M113, send a LGM-118A Peacekeeper of justice at the international space station, lock and load the star wars program on the Kremlin as we're heading back to 'Pang for the Sepang Superspeedway 225 GP of Malaria.

Now I'm not sure if we've been here before. These places all look the same to me - the smell of unconstitutionalism is everywhere to be heard. Those Sun Microsystems-based Majapahit founder clowns must have dug their trenches at right angles to flow of Lady Liberty as this Malaria place looks to me alone, along with everybody else, to be fundamentaway hitting the foulplay through the holeshot. A timeout is needed followed by a Caterpillar D7 offensive line to level the playing field.

As we enter the third and final pento-quarter of the MotoGP calendar it's easy to see why all eyes are squaring off the corner and fixed directly on the man of the moment - Nicky Hayden - as that's exactly where I'm starting my big up from.
Colin, like plenty of American legends (and therefore no slimey Europeans) before him, is carrying the burden of the slacking Frenchie brand tyres - Michelin - to the top step of the podium - in the same way that our brave US troops carried the British and Spanish forces in the Falklands. It's easy to see why the Maple Syrup from the Hayden homestead has never tasted so sweet.
But with that said and sent to lawyers who could ever forget the often overlooked John 'Hopkins' Hoppers? Now I for sure don't know much about winning, but I do know all about coming second - and if there's one player second-to-none then it's Hoppers.

With a name like Sepang SuperSpeedway225 you would expect a kind of race-away park where you can run it rich up on to the burms or ride it down the cogs and deep into the apron to conserve the fuel cell whilst under full course yellow-aways. However I can sadly confirm, with my hand on my spangled allegiance, that once again the 'Factor 50' sunblock users over at Dorna towers have had their way and created a raceway full of long straightaways but then unfortunately connected them by a series of chicanes and hairpins. This sort of unconstitutional felony is more suited to the European motorcycle fans who, if my information is correct, like nothing more than to watch a race whilst sipping sparkling urine and completing a series of pro-Nazi needlecraft designs.

However even with odds stacked in their favor of the front pushing Europeans I can see no other possible result than a constitutional 1-2-3 Podium lock out for the American boys

1st Nicky Hayden-away
2nd Colin Edwards
3rd Hot Shoe John Hopper Hopkins

MVP - Clinton Wonderlove, aka "JAFO''
Constructer - Philadelphia grilled Cheese

Okay folks it's time now to crown the Buds and hit back with me to watch our boys stack the podium whilst I fight off the foreign diseases floating around.

Keep it on the island and up Stateside Avenue

Randy #2

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