Lots of people have complained about the parroting of "thanks to blah and blah and blah" that all riders/athletes/drivers do. We know it is required, but it kinda gets old. Or it wouldn't be so bad if some trash talking was mixed in like the old Herrin and Eslick feuding from DSB. But that doesn't get on my nerves as bad as when people sit there and on about a mini sermon for 5 minutes. "I have to give thanks to the one that made it all possible, my lord and savior, the one that filled my dreams, the one that delivered me from a life of sin, the one that makes my velveeta melt and my bread toasty, the one that.......blah blah blah...without god I wouldn't have been able to achieve any of this...". IMO, that is right up there with the gay stuff. If you believe in all that, so be it. More power to you. You do you. But it doesn't need to be paraded around in public, thrown in people's faces, and spewed on camera at every opportunity. When they go on, and on, and on, and on...I just want to be like "really, got any facts to back that up?...got a picture of jesus on the dyno?" That's all.
I only wanna know why no one blames the same entity when they are sitting on the pit wall after an off or mechanical. No one ever blames that when they lose. You can't claim they are responsible for everything and then only give them credit when the outcome is positive.
come on out to southern california. statistically speaking, we should be able to find at least one shop with a dyno that employs Jesus.
I despise it when people credit the lord baby Jesus for making them all better. Nothing for the doctors? Or paramedics? They had no part in it?
Beautiful sunny day: "The Lord has granted us with this wonderful weather. Hurricane: "Mother nature is a cunt."
I often show gratitude to those who actually do things for me. I don't often ask them to do it and then give the credit to someone else. When my underwear show up clean in the drawer I don't thank some mythical entity for them getting there in that condition. I generally turn and thank the women that 's been washing them for 25+ years. Tomorrow when I open the drawer I am going to scream "thank Jesus Christo..clean underwear." and see how that goes over.
Big difference between giving a shout out and a sermon. Although I prefer the Scott Pruett "Hi to my family at home" interjection.