Financial Problems Hurting John Daly

According to PGA golfer and fan favorite, John Daly, financial pressures are causing him to lose focus and lose confidence on the course.  This is going to cause him to take a break from golf to get his head straight again.

Here’s John’s words straight from his Twitter feed without all the breaks PGA_JohnDaly:

To ALL my Fans—my financial situation is putting me where I cannot focus on my game, I’m putting too much pressure on myself, the few sponsors that I have are great but it’s not getting me thru these times–i want to thank my fans throughout all these years & I don’t like to continue to embarass myself– maybe my mind may change down the road but right now i don’t have the money to be on the tour. My game has never been the same since my rib injury during the Honda Classic in 2007. God Bless! JD

Daly continued with more tweets, debunking the “retirement” label that the Golf Channel gave him yesterday:

never said retirement in anything or twitter-i want to correct that! simply sayin I need my time & working through these bad times thank you

I’m not retired & never said that I was retiring.

Fans of Daly’s will be happy to know he’ll still be seen this year on the course as he said:

I’m going to honor the commitments to the tournaments that have given me sponsors exemptions & will continue to try to get them this year.

Other tweets of interest:

No this had nothing to do with my show or a show tactic–not my style.

I may look into doing some commentating–I really enjoy doing that.

This is a tough time in my life & I just don’t have any confidence in my game. Hopefully I’ll get it back.

the good news is…….”my DirecTV” started working today–bad news is “Anyone wanna buy a Bus, House, Golf Club? haha

Best of luck to Big John.  Let’s all hope he gets his junk together and gets back on course.

Thoughts on NASCAR and Twitter

Rebecca Gladden recently wrote a great article, NASCAR on Twitter:  Too Much of a Good Thing? , that got me thinking about how I use Twitter to follow NASCAR.

When I first signed up for Twitter I found all the NASCAR types I could and began following them.  During the offseason that’s one thing, vacations, family time, etc, can be entertaining.  However, during the NASCAR season its a totally different thing.  Travel, appearance, practice, qualifying, time to race dominates their tweets. For me the worst part is the race updates because I usually record the races to watch later.  I hated catching a tweet about an accident that may have collected one of my drivers (@keselowskiweb was a huge offender I no longer follow).  It would ruin my entire evening’s plans!

Gladden points out that, ‘Twitter has undeniably changed the way racing is being reported. A practice I call “track-to-tweet” all but eliminates the need for fans to wait for interview transcripts, video postings, or print articles to learn what drivers are saying in interviews and press conferences.’

She continues, ‘Obviously, Twitter participation is voluntary; no one is required to join Twitter or follow multiple accounts all tweeting the same news. But, as Daly (NASCAR media blogger John Daly, editor of TheDalyPlanet) notes, there may come a time when NASCAR will have to consider whether “15 or 20 identical tweets need to go out during the races saying ‘the caution flag is out.’” Daly worries that “without some commonsense coordination, fans will be forced to remove some of the accounts to simply slim down the amount of redundant traffic being sent.’  (Emphasis mine)

Gladden and Daly are both correct, but I believe the timeline is off.  I’ve already reduced those I follow substantially.  I’m not looking to get hundreds or thousands of followers because I follow hundreds or thousands.  I actually read the tweets so I just don’t have time ot sift through duplicates.  I want what I want and that’s it.

Here’s a list of who I follow that’s NASCAR related, it’s shorter than you may think, but covers a lot:

nscrwriter  (Rebecca Gladden – must follow)

TeamFulThrottle

KellyBires  (Driving that JRM 88 car next year and always seems to be hunting.)

kautomotive  (Brian Keselowski – I always pull for that team. They need it.)

Raceconn

MartySmithESPN  (Bring the faux-hawk back.)

RyanNewman39  (Good charity work in the offseason.)

Kenny_Wallace  (He’s funny.)

RobbyGordon  (Great driver in everything on wheels.)

HermieSadler  (Virginia Boy)

mw55 (Michael Waltrip)  (He’s funny, too!)

jpmontoya (JPM)  (Always flying RC plans and surfing.)

WendyVenturini  (Family girl right there.)

kylepetty  (He actually answered a question I asked… once.)

RaceRemote

ShannonSpake  (She really doesn’t say much.)

dustinlong   (Writes for our local paper and responds to tweets on occasion.)

HendrickInfo

NASCARONFOX

nascarracingfan

DanicaPatrick  (Learning to sew.  Seriously.)

Oddly enough, my favorite driver is NOT on the list.  Heck, my favorite half-dozen aren’t even on the list and I don’t know why.  They’re just not.

Of those I now follow I’ve only been frustrated with multiple posts once and it was the JR Motorsports/Danica Patrick announcement.  Dustin Long and Marty Smith were all over each other with that one.

Sure this list will change, but overall I like it as it is now, not too big and not too small.  Most of all I like not having too many duplicate tweets to weed through.

Hitler Finds Out Brown Won Video

Hilarious videa of Hitler finding out Scott Brown beat Martha Coakley in Massachusetts.

The Old Obama Magic Is Back

Here’s a great piece from Anne Coulter that was published today at Townhall.com.  Give it a quick read if you missed it.

Once again, the people have spoken, and this time they quoted what Dick Cheney said to Pat Leahy.
Less than two weeks ago, The New York Times said that so much as a “tighter-than-expected” victory for Massachusetts Democratic Senate candidate Martha Coakley would incite “soul-searching among Democrats nationally,” which sent Times readers scurrying to their dictionaries to look up this strange new word, “soul.”

A close win for Coakley, the Times said, would constitute “the first real barometer of whether problems facing the party” will affect the 2010 elections.
 
But when Coakley actually lost the election by an astounding 5 points, the Chicago boys in the White House decided it was the chick’s fault.

Democratic candidate Martha Coakley may be a moral monster, but it’s ridiculous to blame her for losing the election. She lost because of the Democrats’ obsession with forcing national health care down the nation’s throat.

Coakley campaigned exactly the way she should have.

As a Democrat running in a special election for a seat that had been held by a Democratic icon (and another moral monster) for the past 46 years in a state with only 12 percent registered Republicans, Coakley’s objective was to have voters reading the paper on Friday, saying: “Hey, honey, did you know there was a special election four days ago? Yeah, apparently Coakley won, though it was a pretty low turnout.”

Ideally, no one except members of government unions and Coakley’s immediate family would have even been aware of the election.

And until Matt Drudge began covering it like a presidential election a week ago, it might have turned out that way.
Coakley had already won two statewide elections, while her Republican opponent, Scott Brown, had only won elections in his district. She had endorsements from the Kennedy family and the current appointed Democratic senator, Paul Kirk — as well as endless glowing profiles in The Boston Globe.

And by the way, as of Jan. 1, Brown had spent $642,000 on the race, while Coakley had spent $2 million.

On Jan. 8, just 11 days before the election, The New York Times reported: “A Brown win remains improbable, given that Democrats outnumber Republicans by 3 to 1 in the state and that Ms. Coakley, the state’s attorney general, has far more name recognition, money and organizational support.”

It was in that article that the Times said a narrow Coakley win would be an augury for the entire Democratic Party. But now she’s being hung out to dry so that Democrats don’t have to face the possibility that Obama’s left-wing policies are to blame.

Alternatively, Democrats are trying to write off Brown’s colossal victory as the standard seesawing of public sentiment that hits both Republicans and Democrats from time to time. As MSNBC’s Chris Matthews explained, it was just the voters saying “no” generally, but not to anything in particular.

Except when Republicans win political power, they hold onto it long enough to govern. The Democrats keep being smacked down by the voters immediately after being elected and revealing their heinous agenda.

As a result, for the past four decades, American politics has consisted of Republicans controlling Washington for eight to 14 years — either from the White House or Capitol Hill — thus allowing Americans to forget what it was they didn’t like about Democrats, whom they then carelessly vote back in. The Democrats immediately remind Americans what they didn’t like about Democrats, and their power is revoked at the voters’ first possible opportunity.

Obama has cut the remembering-what-we-don’t-like-about-Democrats stage of this process down from two to four years to about 10 months. Folks, I’m convinced that if we all work really hard, we can get it down to three months.

Four years of Jimmy Carter gave us two titanic Reagan landslides, peace and prosperity for eight blessed years — and even a third term for his feckless vice president, George H.W. Bush.

Two years of Bill Clinton gave us a historic Republican sweep of Congress, which killed the entire Clinton agenda (with the exception of partial-birth abortion and felony obstruction of justice) — and also gave us two terms for George W. Bush.

And now, merely one year of Obama and a Democratic Congress has given us the first Republican senator from Massachusetts in 31 years.

In other recent news, last November, New Jersey voters, who haven’t voted for a Republican for president since 1988, threw out their incumbent Democratic governor, Jon Corzine. In Virginia, which Obama carried by 6 points a year earlier, a religious-right Republican won the governor’s office by 17 points.

Sen. Ben Nelson, Democrat of Nebraska, won his last election in 2006 by 28 points — the largest margin for a Democratic Senate candidate in that state in a quarter-century.

Since voting for the Senate health care bill last Christmas, the once-bulletproof Sen. Nelson not only gets booed out of Omaha pizzerias, but he has also seen his job approval rating fall to 42 percent and his disapproval rating soar to 48 percent. (Meanwhile, the junior senator from Nebraska, Mike Johanns, who voted against the bill, has a job approval rating of 63 percent.)

The Democrats have no natural majority because they have no fundamental principles — at least none that they are willing to state out loud. They are like a drunken vagrant who emerges from the alley to cause havoc every few years.

They are the perpetual toothache of American politics.

To be sure, the fact that 52 percent of Massachusetts voters are racist, sexist tea-baggers — i.e., voted for a Republican — means only that the Democrats just went from having the largest congressional majority in a generation to the second largest. But this was “Teddy Kennedy’s seat.” And it was in Massachusetts.

Now, no Democrat is safe.

But the country just got a lot safer.

Link to article

Stun Gun For the Wife Story

Here’s a great story of a guy, a stun gun, a cat and some curiosity.  If it’s been a while since you read it, read it again because it’s still funny:

Last weekend I saw something at Larry’s Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Toni. What I came across was a 100,000 volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were suppose to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety…. WAY TOO COOL!

Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple A batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I’d get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. Awesome!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn’t be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries, right?!!!

There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.

All the while I’m looking at this little device measuring about 5″ long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries, thinking to myself, “no possible way!”

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I’ll do my best…..

I’m sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, “don’t do it master,” reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn’t hurt all that bad.. I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION@!@$@$%!@ *!!!

I’m pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs.

The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, “do it again, do it again!”

Note: If you ever feel compelled to “mug” yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservative.

SON-OF-A-.. that hurt like he**!!! A minute or so later (I can’t be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they up get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I’m still looking for my testicles? I’m offering a significant reward for their safe return

Romano’s Macaroni Grill At Town Center in Virginia Beach

Tonight we had a family celebration at Romano’s Macaroni Grill at Town Center in Virginia Beach.  As usual we went early since we had the boy, and you know how boys under two can be!

We were promptly met at the door and taken to our table.  Despite the restaurant being very empty, we were seated near the entrance.  Not a good place.  The host was adequate, but nothing to remember except for being unremarkable.

Our waitress was at our table right away.  She was friendly and knowledgeable, but not refined.  She plated the oil, the first one on the table was empty, and cracked pepper for the bread yet to be delivered and we ordered sodas and a juice for the boy.  When the waitress returned she offered to remove the wine glasses, but only took two of the four on the table and didn’t take the extra bread plates and flatware.

Right now they are promoting “Mediterranean Olives”.  Don’t let that fool you.  They’re just trying to tack on another $3.99 to your bill.  If you like olives, get them, otherwise save your pennies.  You’re not getting a discount on them.

Something that struck me as odd, or cheap, was the white butcher paper over the tables.  Here we are with cloth napkins and table covering with wine glasses and oil bottles (some empty) at the ready, and a wait staff with bow ties and a nice wine list, yet we’re being asked to eat over paper.  Cheap, cheap, cheap.  The only positive with the paper, the boy made some nice artwork out of it.  I just don’t think the older couple two booths away appreciated the paper and crayons on their table as much.

Oh yeah, if you’ve read this far you must want to know about the food.  The bread came first and was warm and soft.  It had some seasoning on it, but nothing special.

I got a side salad with Italian dressing.  Hey!  We’re at an Italian restaurant afterall.  The salad was larger than expected and the Italian dressing was pretty darn good.  It had a mild little kick to it.  Yep, it pleased me.

The Shrimp & Artichoke Dip came next.  The best thing I can say about this dish was its lack of offensiveness.  It wasn’t good, it wasn’t bad, it was just there.  The Parmesan bread crisps were just that, crisp.  Sort of like eating an old crouton with over-cooked parm on board.

For dinner the boy had Grilled Chicken and Pasta.  This was a great looking dish, just not for a two-year old.  I think the poor boy would starve to death if he had to eat spaghetti only.  He just couldn’t get those strings in his mouth with any consistency.  It did bring a joy to watch, though.  He wasn’t having any of the chicken, and the “trees’, brocoli, just weren’t going to be consumed.  Oh well, at least mom tried to get him something healthy.

Speaking the wife, she got the Insalata Blu.  Basically a pretty large salad with vinaigrette and some bleu cheese grated on the top.  The wife liked it, but couldn’t finish it.

I ordered the Spaghetti and Meatballs and next to that super-duper Italian dressing, this was the best part of the meal once I got to eat it.  I’d asked for another fork and the waitress forgot, so I had to get it myself.  The spaghetti sauce was way too watery and the pasta was mushy, but the meatballs were great.  Like the mack-daddy Italian dressing, the meatballs had a little kick to them.  I don’t know what it was, but it was there and it was good.  Just too bad the other items on the plate failed.  The portion was good, but after seeing the other large items I’d expected something bigger.  A bit of a let down.

Our boy was getting fussy, so I actually held him while eating.  It’s good for me I could do it with one hand!

When requested, the waitress got our check promptly and everything was in order.

I know this sounds pretty negative, but it really wasn’t that bad of a meal.  I just expect a lot, or as my wife says, I’m an ass.  Go figure.  We’ll go back and give it another run.