It is a rare occasion indeed when the Loading Gods smile down upon you, all the planets line up in celestial tranquility and the satellite high definition signal is at optimum strength. Today is one of those days and it shall not be wasted... IT'S NASCAR RACE DAY AT TALLADEGA! Being Halloween the grandchildren will be resting and conserving energy for a night of door knocking and candy crunching. The son-in-law is off making money on a side job during this tough economy and the daughter will undoubtedly be plotting ways to spend the unanticipated windfall. Dawg is safely ensconced in her pen out back contentedly barking at the deer and occasional bear that wanders by while engaged in pre-hibernation foraging. I am set! Caliber choice is a non-event for this session, the press with the most direct and unobstructed view of the flat-panel will be used. Munchies and appropriate beverages have already been strategically placed within arm's reach on the benches and the oxygen concentrator has been turned up to a five liter outflow to provide life sustaining colorless and odorless gas during the breathtaking 'BIG ONE' that routinely occurs at Talladega. Keeping powder settled in the measure is not a concern since the surround sound system is set a a window rattling level which will insure that crash caused vibrations keep the powder at a consistent flow. All is set and I'm as happy as a pig in mud! Lets go racin' boys... BOOGITY, BOOGITY, BOOGITY!!! Jack Wanna kill these ads? We can help!