Hah! It's still Wednesday - even on the East Coast! - so I made the deadline for Paddock Pulse. Can't accuse me of slacking off, even though I now work two full-time jobs in addition to publishing POV.
Aw, who am I kidding - the reason I've been out of the spotlight lately is because I've been desperately hunting for a Halloween costume. Tying an Idaho russet on a string around my waist and going as a "Dick-tater" just ain't gonna cut it this year.
Anyway, the blogosphere was quieter than normal this past week, but there are still some gems for you to read, so hit the jump to get all up into the business.
Are Dynasties Always A Bad Thing? [Oilpressure]
I think the only time a dynasty has been 100% bad was when the Carringtons were nerfing around on ABC during the '80s. Not even Dallas was 100% awful - hell, there was Bobby and Pam, right? - but anyone who rolls with shoulder pads the size of a modern NFL lineman's or hair as big as Goliath's pubes (with similar style and texture - HIYOOOOOO!)... well, that's just pure farking evil.
Interview: Sebastian Saavedra - IndyCar's Next Big Thing [Open Wheel America]
Simba, Saavedra. Saavedra, Simba. Aw, c'mon, it worked for Letterman. What? It didn't? It bombed horribly and made Dave out to be a complete laughingstock and moreover exacerbated his long-running feud with Oprah Winfrey? I'm asking questions of a non-existent listener who even if he did exist would be rustling around in my pantry looking for the last of the stale Oreo Double Stufs rather than conversing with me? Damn.
Top Racing Movies to fill the downtime in the IndyCar offseason [Versus/Olson]
I can always count on my buddy Jeff Olson for two things - first, to always have better facial hair than Bruce Martin, and second, to have something to fill the inevitable void left by the IndyCar off-season. I think that kind of effort deserves a congratulatory visit from the Flying Cocksman. Don't worry, Jeff - you don't have to change out of your Blogging Robe and Jammies - ol' Cocksman is the last person to dwell on matters of sartorial significance.
Seriously, though, I'm really tired. Anyone want to dump a giant pile of cash on my head so I can retire and blog full-time? Oh, wait, I guess the piles of cash these days are earmarked for Graham Rahal. Oh well.