It’s Tuesday. Oh come on. Somewhere out there, a Corvette engineer just felt a great disturbance in the Force.

A C7 Corvette: Low-slung, fiberglass, rear-wheel-drive, built to go fast and look good doing it… and some genius looks at it and thinks, “You know what this needs? A snow plow.”

That’s not innovation—that’s vandalism with extra steps.

First of all, the car sits about three inches off the ground on a good day. You hit a frozen chunk of slush and congratulations, you’ve just turned your front splitter into modern art. The suspension wasn’t designed to push snow; it was designed to hug corners.

Best case scenario? You ruin the bumper, stress the frame, and annihilate the resale value. Worst case? You taco the front end and end up explaining to your insurance company why your sports car was cosplaying as a snow removal vehicle.

That C7 deserved warm storage, a battery tender, and dignity—not a snow plow and a starring role in “What Not to Do With Nice Things.”

-keep

It’s Monday. Yuk. We’ve been dealing with bitter, bone-chilling cold for the past several days, but apparently that still wasn’t enough for Mother Nature. On Sunday, she decided to pile on another three or four inches of the horrid white stuff. Abby was thrilled. Me? Not so much.

With temperatures dipping into the single- and double-digit negatives, we spent most of the weekend indoors. There were two different kinds of homemade soup, hot chocolate spiked with peppermint schnapps, fresh chocolate chip cookies, and a couple of movies to round it all out. When the weather turns this nasty, there’s something especially comforting about staying warm and cozy inside.

It was yet another Sunday without sports for me—but that all changes next week when NASCAR fires up its first preseason race! Hot damn tamale, baby!

-keep

It’s Friday! I really have no use for winter once Christmas is over. Before the holiday, the cold air and falling snow feel almost charming—part of the atmosphere that makes the season special. It’s easier to tolerate icy sidewalks and frosty mornings when they come wrapped in lights, decorations, and that sense of anticipation. But once Christmas passes, the magic disappears. The snow loses its sparkle, the cold stops feeling cozy, and what was once festive quickly turns into a daily annoyance. At that point, winter isn’t enchanting anymore—it’s just incredibly irritating.

I absolutely hate this stretch of the year when the Bears’ season is over and NASCAR’s pre-season action still hasn’t begun. Football is done breaking my heart, racing hasn’t fired up yet, and suddenly my Sundays have a void where sports used to be. It’s a strange kind of sports limbo—too late for football, too early for racing—where Sunday afternoons lose their rhythm and just sort of drift by, waiting for engines to finally roar back to life.

Okay, I’m aware that I’m coming off as rather bitchy today, but damn.

Anyway, how about I move on to a brighter topic—the weekend! I have another new reader submitted amateur photo featured today. There’s also the usual double babes & double jokes as well. That should do it, eh? Enjoy!

-keep

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