These are dark times in Indianapolis. Dark, sorrowful, rage-filled times. For the Colts are no more, I’m afraid. They’ve been ousted. By the detestable, slack-jawed Chargers. Again. And I want to clusterbomb something.  

You know when you become SO bored, you find yourself actually becoming filled with rage and thoughts of violence? Sure you do. It doesn’t happen often. But it happens. It happens when otherworldly boredom meets a necessity to see it through. Where there’s no escape. No way out.

First and foremost on everyone’s mind … EJ Viso getting quarantined. The bad news? Part of Saturday’s race just died a little. Really. The good news about all this? EVERYONE in the IndyCar Series had to get blood tested on Monday. Everyone. Seriously. Which makes me laugh, frankly. Because if Viso can’t slam you into [...]

I used to think I could’ve been a serviceable Major League shortstop had things gone a bit differently. My esteemed backyard Wiffle Ball career hinted at it … my solid Little League career confirmed it. Because the fact of the matter is this: I could hit. Period. Like a locked-in, Ritalin-fueled Tony Gwynn. And even [...]

Welcome to the Silent Pagoda … the single most ill-informed, inexperienced, decidedly majestic racing blog on the planet. To be honest, it’s destined to be embraced by beatniks and drunkards alike. But probably not overly serious IndyCar fans.