Okay, so my collections of favourites from this season:
Paul B on not being at Sonoma:
Mascot getting an Emma hug, bastard.
Ross Stonefeld on... something.
Just discovered a mountain bike race is start at 2pm Eastern, less than a mile from my house.
Debating to do the most Indycar-thread thing ever and enter. Because I've never done a mountain bike race before. Trying to calculate if last place finish from previous years would get me back to my house, exhausted and mauled by a bear, in time for the first of multiple attempts at a green flag start.
If we had better cell coverage out here I'd sign up to Periscope and live stream going over a cliff for you all. As like a sort of meta Mystery Science Theatre 3000.
Nick Wirth's racing record in open-wheelers:
It just dawned on me: was Louisiana Nick Wirth's first single seater victory?
Nah, I won loads of races on Psygonsis' Formula 1 on the PS1 for Simtek.
The magic of Indycar:
I have absolutely no idea who is going to win this title.
Me neither, but if you told me the race results I'd still have no idea who'd won
Red17 gives someone a stream.
If you look closely, you can spot Peter Sauber fishing for manufacturers
Vitesse2 explains cricket:
You have two sides, one out in the field and one in. Each man that's in the side that's in goes out, and when he's out he comes in and the next man goes in until he's out. When they are all out, the side that's out comes in and the side thats been in goes out and tries to get those coming in, out. Sometimes you get men still in and not out.
When a man goes out to go in, the men who are out try to get him out, and when he is out he goes in and the next man in goes out and goes in. There are two men called umpires who stay all out all the time and they decide when the men who are in are out.
When both sides have been in and all the men have been out, and both sides have been out twice after all the men have been in, including those who are not out, that is the end of the game!
And lastly, my absolute favourite because it makes me laugh for reasons I wouldn't be able to pinpoint even with a researched dissertation, is prommer's instinctive reply to a fox arriving on the scene at Pocono. I lose it every time I read it, maybe because it's the summation of every possible emotion experienced during an Indycar race, complete with a lack of punctuation.
WHAT THE HELL
Maybe more later. I owe you guys a 'season in review' post having seen the last race now.