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Into Deep Left Center…and GONE!


On Tuesday, October 25th, 2011 I watched the flight of the 42nd home run in Yellow Team franchise history, a shot to deep left center field that was a sure thing from the moment contact was made. It was hit on the last day of the Fall 2011 regular season, an eventual 24-23 loss to one of the two best teams this league has to offer. It came off the bat of a player who had never hit a regular season home run, inside-the-park or over the wall. That player had watched seven other players, including one female, hit a home run while donning a Yellow Team jersey. Perhaps, it was just time.

I was in my dorm room at SUNY Oswego during the Spring of 2009 when I decided that I wanted to introduce my very own co-ed softball team into the league in my town. I had a falling out with my best friend, Jim, in August of the previous year and we had not communicated in eight months. My first recruiting calls were to my brother Ray and another of my best friends, Clayton. I had to form some kind of initial roster before presenting my idea to the recreation director, who ran the league. I didn’t want to throw out the idea of my own team and not follow through with it.

A month or so later, I received an instant message from someone who I hadn’t in a long time. It was Jim, expressing his sadness over our loss of friendship. I had been thinking this same thing myself as time went on, but stubbornness coupled with the fear of contacting him without him being open to it kept me from initiating anything. It didn’t take long before softball was brought up and it was agreed that we would both represent the team as captains when the season began. He aided me in the recruiting process and the Yellow Team was born.

Fast forward to this past October and Jim steps into the batter’s box, the score is 19-18 them, top of the 6th, one out. The game had been going back and forth all night, with no team leading by more than seven runs. With seemingly no pressure on a player who has seen the pressure mount on him over the seasons, Jim tied the game with a solo homer. I speak of pressure because Jim has seen more pressure, even adversity, than probably any player in this league during my 6 seasons. He has been criticized by opponents, fans, even players who sit next to him in our dugout. I’ve continually been steadfast in my support of Jim, refusing to drop him in the lineup and refusing to make changes others seem to think I need to make. I say it all the time, and continue to, I believe Jim has the makeup to be the very best player on our team. The potential is all there: power, speed, commitment, everything that we look for in players who put our jersey on.

The home run, for me, was an adrenaline rush in itself. I remember watching Clayton’s first home run and just having this feeling inside me that made me yell as soon as he made contact. As everyone, umpire included, looked on to see if the ball was fair, I was already celebrating. I had the same response with Jim’s homer, somehow I just knew it was gone. I was driven to this conclusion first of all just because it was a fly ball, which Jim NEVER hits. He simply, for whatever reason, does not sky the ball, in pop-up form or fly ball form. As soon as I saw the lift, I sat up from the bench and watched it sail over the wall.

When looking at Jim’s career stats, I notice that this moment was long overdue. He had shown improvement offensively in every one of his 5 seasons. His years look like this:

Summer 2009: 7-24 (.292), 8 runs, 10 RBI, 7 singles, 5 walks, 1 sac fly, 13 strikeouts, .400 OBP

Fall 2009: 15-39 (.385), 17 runs, 17 RBI, 10 singles, 3 doubles, 2 triples, 10 walks, 6 strikeouts, .510 OBP

Summer 2010: 13-30 (.433), 11 runs, 27 RBI, 12 singles, 1 double, 8 walks, 6 strikeouts, .553 OBP

Summer 2011: 22-41 (.537), 12 runs, 16 RBI, 18 singles, 2 doubles, 2 triples, 2 walks, 2 sac flies, 7 strikeouts, .533 OBP

Fall 2011: 17-32 (.531), 12 runs, 10 RBI, 9 singles, 6 doubles, 1 triple, 1 home run, 2 walks, 1 sac fly, 5 strikeouts, .543 OBP

Long overdue indeed and something that seems lopsided for someone who has 80 career runs batted in and only one of them is via a home run.

This post has been sitting in the “Drafts” section of my blog’s dashboard since last October. I have been thinking about it on and off at work everyday, thinking about finishing it, thinking about why it was left to sit, thinking about the future of  my softball team. I’ve thought a lot about number 13 and what he has meant to this team, win or lose. I’ve thought, more importantly, about what number 13 has meant to me.

My ultimate point is one of celebration. Irony would intervene, as it sometimes does, and allow for Jim’s first home run to come off of a pitcher named Norm, a former player on our team, and one of Jim’s biggest critics. I think that this home run was a way of showing people that hard work and preparation, teamed with sincere dedication (Jim lost over 70 pounds before the 2011 seasons) will bring anyone the results that they truly desire.

I feel like a father when I say it, but I’m proud. And I’m still cheering, even when everyone else isn’t.

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We Want You!


As is usually the way things work out for us, the Yellow Team is in desperate need of female players for the upcoming Fall Co-ed league. The majority of our female players are leaving for school or have binds in their schedule due to schooling locally, so we need to fill these voids. We have all defensive positions available so depending on your wants, we can make arrangements. The fee this season will be substantially less than the summer league because we do not have to repay fees for insurance and ASA. The fee will fall between $30.00 and $50.00, after I receive the team fee and then input my own money, as I normally do. You’ll also receive a jersey with the number of your choice, as long as that number is available, provided by the team free of charge. Please contact me via text or Facebook if you are interested. The season begins the weekend after Labor Day, so we have a little bit of time. Thank you.

Uncle Sam agrees with me when I say we want you.

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Emergence


I ran into this video before the start of this past summer softball season, and it immediately stuck with me. Since really the end of last summer league, co-captain and best friend Jim and I had talked about changing the culture of our softball team. In years past, our team had been looked down upon, for various reasons, some deserved, some not. My feeling, ultimately, is that we changed this league, maybe not so much for the other teams, but we opened a door that had not been approached before. I began my career in this league at the age of 19 playing under another captain. At that time I was an anomaly, I’ll never forget my very first at bat, the opposing pitcher stopped before throwing the first pitch of the game (I led off) and said “Is he old enough to be playing?” Keep in mind the league was an 18+ league and I was 19, perfectly permitted to be playing. I look back on that incident and it is easy to see why our team was received in such a bad way the next year when Jim and I formed what now comprises the “Yellow Team.”

That at bat, but more so the pitcher’s response, showed just how much the league was not used to having such young players, even though they were permitted to play. When Jim and I did form our team the next year, summer of 2009, the average age of our starting roster (on Opening Day) was 20.45, while the rest of the teams in the league probably sported an average age in the upper 20’s or lower to mid 30’s. This was a huge undertaking for a league that had not seen, in my opinion and knowledge of following the league, such a large mass of youth flooding into the league. Even more surprising, all of us were on the same team, not spread around other rosters.

The reason for so much turmoil in our early years was that youth. The league saw us as cocky little kids who did more running at the mouth than actual softball playing. I’m not going to say that we didn’t incite other players and teams sometimes, because we sure as hell did, but other teams did try to bait us into verbal arguments, which some of our players bit on. This trend continued for the rest of that summer season, the following fall season, and most of last summer season as well, with a few periods of calm. After last season, we decided to change the culture and begin a team based on respect, for opposing players, teammates, and the game in general. We wanted players who riddled the field with ability, drive, and respect, not curse words and insults. It didn’t take long, or really much effort, to pull this off.

The first order of business, and it was meant as no disrespect to anyone, was to have the “C” for captainship embroidered onto our jerseys, so that there was no dispute as to who led the team. Jim and I have struggled mightily, me especially because I hate to let people down or to make decisions that are excruciatingly difficult to make, to be both captains and teammates. I am always striving to be the best teammate and that is my ultimate goal. I do not show up every gameday looking to be the best player on the team or on the field, I am not in this game for personal glory or accolades, or to say that anyone is of less value to our team than anyone else, and I truly hope that trickles down to everyone. We chose to have the “C” on our jersey mainly because I think it looks cool on NFL jerseys and such, but also because we have had players in the past challenge our leadership role, even attending captain’s meeting and speaking on behalf of us, and that drove a wedge between the team and rubbed some teammates the wrong way. We also took a more verbal role in leadership, taking individual time to talk to and truly get to know the players that were on our team, not just saying “hi” to them every time we graced the same field. This was what brought our team together, and was also our toughest challenge. We had to develop that relationship with each player, and then have them develop it with one another. It acutely began last season, and blossomed this season. And it is this season that I want to talk about, for it was the best season I have ever had in terms of fun and just being around the game, and it was the season that put our team on a course for the better.

Working with a younger team this year (average age of starting roster on Opening Day was 18.36) we came into the season with all of the right parts: defined leadership, not only from our captains but also from players stepping up, a new found team respect, and players with a lot to prove on the field.

Our final  regular season record was 1-11, but that record was in no way indicative of how well we played. Many of our losses were not blowouts as they had been in the past, but were respectable losses by 2-7 runs. We held the lead against every team at one point or another this season, sometimes storming out of the gate to an early lead, sometimes gripping to one late, but we were competitive, and that was a huge leap for us. We had many more firsts this season including: the first ever home run by a female player, the first time that Jim and I took the field without Clayton in our 4 years as captains, the first time a girl ever played shortstop, which is in my opinion the second most difficult position on the field to play, our first ever win against a top-tier team, which we did in walk-off fashion, and our first ever season where the other teams spoke to us as fellow players, not enemies. That last one is in my opinion the single most important. For once, we fit in.

Ray’s emergence as a true leader and preacher of full team commitment. Tina’s increased verbal presence and willingness to hit anywhere in the lineup and play anywhere on the field defensively without complaint. My comeback as an outfielder and continued drive to promote a team atmosphere. Katelyn’s falling into our lap and being one of the best hitters we’ve ever had, period. Jim’s continued rise out of his early career slump and emergence as a true captain, not a lower level leader. Cuc’s energy and never ending support. Rob’s blasting onto the scene to cap a walk off win against the Knights with a home run, as well as his solid defensive play. Kaitlin’s amazing improvement as a defensive first basegirl (as she always corrects me to say). Tyler’s speed. Amanda’s never ending commitment to improvement, as well as her constant increase in being a verbal presence, both at practice and games. Joe’s ability to join us and pitch at a very good level, as well as providing timely hitting. Clayton’s final games and sad departure, but ever willingness to stay up to date on what went on with the team (he called me before and after every game). Megan’s completed knowledge of the score book, her constant support for the team,  including many new players she had never met before, the time she put in to help us practice, and her commitment to being there for every single practice and game.

This above list is my summary of what each player brought to the table and contributed for us to become what we are now. Are we in any way done with our journey, no, but we have created the firm foundation that we need to begin our quest of continued improvement and ultimately (hopefully) be champions one day. As the song says “…this is the start of something…” and for us, it truly is. We’re still “just a bunch of kids” but by playing the game the right way and sticking together, we are making headway. Now only if the 5 weeks before fall league begins could be fast forwarded through…

Worth a thousand words (miss you Clayton)

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The Extra Mile(s)


Saturday, September 19th marked the third consecutive year that I entered the Pleasant Valley Bike-A-Thon for charity. There are actually two bike trips every year, a 25 mile one that is a race, and a 10 mile trip that is for parents and children to enjoy. Of course I enter the 25 mile race.

As most people probably know by now, I am extremely competitive and have been that way for a while now. It is no surprise then that my goal is to win this race. In my two previous attempts, I had done very well but fallen short of the victory. In 2007 I finished 5th out of 20 and last year I finished 4th out of 30. I had made an improvement in gaining 1 more spot with an additional 10 racers as competition, but this year I wanted to beat them all.

Unlike the previous two years, this time I was physically at the top of my game. The 2007 race was entered on a whim as I had seen the sign on the way to school one morning and just decided to join without having actually biked in probably 3 or 4 months. The 2008 race was a little different, as I knew about it in advance, but still had very little training put in beforehand. I am not saying this to make it sound like I do not need training in order to finish in the top 5 of a very competitive race, I am strictly stating the fact that, in my opinion, I was not physically ready for that style of race.

This year turned out to be different, as a large portion of my free time this summer was spent biking. I had many of the longest trips that I have ever taken, including the longest one way trip that I have ever taken, a 4 and a half hour trek to Clayton’s new house that encompassed roughly 60 miles. I probably averaged 28-33 miles per trip and usually biked 3-4 days a week. I went into this race feeling as I still do now, that I was and am in the best physical condition of my life.

I had done all of my training this summer on my mountain bike which, while nice sometimes, is not a bike I would ever use in competition. The bike is an 18 speed but I only have access to the first 12 gears. This is because the third multiplier does not work, so I cannot reach the highest gears. In retrospect, I only lose gears 15 and 18, but it is still a loss. Also, the tires are not how I would like them to be and I believe that the back one might be a little bent as I can feel it when I am riding. I decided then that I would use a road bike for this race and banked on the fact that given my condition and how I can take such trips on the mountain bike, the race on a road bike should be easier on me physically and save my legs from having to do so much work, like they do on the mountain bike.

I biked to a friend’s house on my mountain bike on the Friday before the race and exchanged my bike for their road bike, which I took on a somewhat long ride to get used to. I wanted to get a feel for the gears more so than anything else so that I could shift them quickly in the race while not using much focus or ability to do so. As it turned out, the bike had immediate dividends as it took me 23 minutes to do a trip that took about a half hour on the mountain bike. I felt comfortable about the upcoming race.

The night before the race I went onto my computer, opened up iTunes, and made a special playlist for the next day which I titled “Bike.” This was going to be the list of songs, in a specific order, that I listened to during the race. Adding a side note here, yes, every time I bike I do in fact listen to my iPod. If you ever see me biking, do not assume that I am not paying attention. The opposite is actually true. I keep the music high enough to hear but low enough so that I know what is going on around me. For instance, I can hear the -whoosh- sound of a car coming up behind me. I also hear when random immature people like to yell at me as I am biking, assuredly thinking that for some reason I care what they have to say. Moving on, my playlist contained 20 songs, equaling about an hour and 35 minutes worth of music. I assumed that I would finish the race in that time, or shortly after. Oh how wrong I was.

I woke up on Saturday morning at 6:15 after going to bed at roughly 1:30, a great way to start off my morning, eh? I went into the bathroom, used it, washed my face, then proceeded to the kitchen where I had a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a cup of orange juice. I went back into the bedroom and got into my biking gear: black shorts and a long sleeve black Under Armour for cold weather. After going outside I realized it was a cold morning, not necessarily a bad thing though. I left shortly after for the race.

Arriving shortly after 8:30, I signed up then sat around until 8:45 before I stretched and did a few warm-up laps around the parking lot. The announcer that they have there every year started his pre-race talk and the racers lined up at the starting line. I was lined up in second place and after he finished talking, we were off.

And so it begins.

We exited the parking lot where the finish line was and took a left heading up a slow rising hill and onto a straightaway. I immediately overtook the leader and began to pull away, without using any extra effort. I do no look back during this race very often, but in the beginning I like to, just to see the gap. The gap kept widening between me and them until they were out of sight. I knew, or rather I hoped, that eventually one or two of them would catch up and give me a run for my money, just to make it interesting. After a few miles, there is a right turn that leads up a very steep hill. Somehow I managed to miss this turn and kept going towards Poughkeepsie, ending up about 2 miles in the wrong direction. Upon realizing it, I turned back around and found the steep hill and took it. Once I got to the top I realized what I had already assumed, that not only was I dead last, but I was a good distance behind the last place riders.

This race has what I call a “reverse pace car.” A pace car is something that you see in NASCAR that leads the first few laps then drives off and lets the race start. Well in this race, there is a car that follows the last place riders in case them or any rider ahead of them breaks down or has bicycle trouble. The people just stop and sooner or later the car will get to them and either assist them or pick them up along with their bike if it is not fixable. As it turns out, I was far behind that car, meaning that the new leader(s) was much further ahead.

I knew that I was not going to go home and say that I lost this race because I missed one turn early on, my day just could not end like that. I knew that I had already went 3-4 miles more than the other cyclists and that in order to win this race, I would have to do 28-29 miles faster than they could do 25. It was a challenge, not only one that I was up for, but one that I welcomed.

In a few minutes time, I caught up to the car that follows the end riders and passed it, along with three riders that it was following. I went from 28th to 25th with that move, at least I was making progress. I began catching up to other riders that were biking in groups, slowly making my way up towards the front. Including passing one single rider in the process I went from 25th to 23rd to 21st to 20th to 18th to 16th to 14th to 12th to 10th in about twenty-five minutes time. I had entered the top 10 but knew there was much more work to be done.

Continuing on, I found it harder to locate the other riders because they were the best riders in the marathon and they had pushed on at a competitive pace. In one fell swoop, I went from 10th to 6th as I passed a group of four riders around a left turn. At that point, I began to think that if I continued on like this, I had a shot at winning. I knew that there was alot of race left and more than enough time to make some more moves. That next move came a few minutes later when I passed two more riders, putting me in 4th.

I gained the third spot relatively easy due to one rider walking his bike up a challenging hill instead of trying to bike it. I was not so relenting, and took the hill and his spot.

After that pass, I noticed the trend and became aware of how I was catching up to the other riders. I had trained all summer by always taking the most challenging routes when I biked, not just going on straightaways. I loved going up 343 knowing it was the most challenging hill I have ever experienced on a bike, but always knowing that the 30 second ride down was worth the 9 minute trek up. I had built up a likeness for climbing those hills and that training came in handy for this race. Whereas other riders struggled on the hills, even submitting to them and walking their bikes, I easily ascended them. This leads to my favorite part of the race, ironically involving a hill.

I was sitting in third place and knew that no one behind me would catch me. I knew that if I finished third, it would be my best finish yet in my three years entering this race. I also knew something else, that I could win this race. In two years I had finished extremely well but to actually win this year, that would be something, especially in this fashion. In the weeks leading up to the race, alot of my friends kept telling me “You can win this.” I heard that statement alot, and they all seemed confident. I was also confident, in both my ability and my physical condition. I knew I could do 25 miles in my sleep, my average ride this summer was close to or greater than 30 miles. It was just one of those things where even if you think you’re good, you cannot agree with the people who tell you you can win until you actually see yourself win or do well.

Anyway, on to the favorite part. I was coming up a hill and it connected to another, very steep hill, one of the toughest I have ever been on, probably in the top 3. I looked ahead on the mini straightaway that joined the two hills and saw the second place rider, a man about early forties in age. I caught up to him relatively quickly and got right behind him probably 1/5 the way up the hill. He then stood up on his bike, using more leg power to climb the hill. I simply remained seated and powered up the hill, overtaking him about 1/3 the way up and that was that. It was a nice duel, especially up a hill like that. All told, I was now second with, I am guessing, somewhere around 8-9 miles left. Then it began, the phrases from the friends. Could I win now? I asked myself that. I had gone from first with an enormous lead, to dead last via a missed turn, to one pass away from the lead. Maybe I could win.

It is said that some things are too good to be true, and maybe in part that is the case. As I climbed a hill a little while later, I made a mistake that I never make, downshifting my gears from the highest to the lowest while going uphill. This caused the chain to slide off of the sprocket and become lodged between the sprocket and the frame. I was angry. I pulled over on the side of the road to examine the bike. The chain was jammed in there pretty good and I tried pulling it out but it did not budge. I pulled on it from a few different angles and still it did not become dislodged. Time was running out, I knew that the leader was still pulling away from me and this only added to the work I would have to do to find him and pass him in the few remaining miles.

As I stood there messing with the bike, five riders passed me, putting me back to 7th place. I got madder at that point. I hadn’t done all that catching up to lose it now. I slid the chain one way and using alot of strength, pulled it out. In the process I sliced my pointer finger knuckle open so my hand had blood on it on top of the grease from the chain, I didn’t care, I put the chain back on, shifted to the lowest gear, spun the pedal, and the chain was back on. I took off after those five riders.

I caught up to them fairly quickly and passed them all one by one without acknowledging any of them. I did not have time to waste, I had the leader to find. Second place was once again mine, but could I improve on it?

For the next 2 or 3 miles, I biked on with no one in sight. I could see far ahead of me some of the time, but still he did not come into view. I knew that even if I could not see him, I could still make up ground on him and judging by my past experiences in the previous miles, I perhaps had him on the hills. In surprising fashion, I went down a large hill bent over on my bike to gain top speed and the turn went around a right corner. As I went around the corner at top speed, I finally saw what I was looking for and needed only a moment to take the lead. Going around the turn, it led to another downhill and I was just a blur compared to the leader. I passed him without a fight. Perhaps he thought his lead was so vast that he did not need max effort for the remainder of the race. I like to think not, that I did all of that work to find him, he didn’t let me. After all, this is a race, not a casual stroll through the park.

There really isn’t much more to tell, I passed him and led the final 5-6 miles by a large margin and crossed the finish line 15 minutes before the next rider did. Time for a reflection.

First off all, yes, I won the race. I never doubted that I could, it was just a matter of whether I would. As good a cyclist as I like to think I am, I cannot predict or downplay how good the other riders are. I am in the best shape of my life but I know full well that there is someone out there who is not in their prime and still capable of beating me in a bike marathon. I sit back and say, even at this moment, two weeks later, what I have done has not yet sunk in.. It truly hasn’t. I went from leading by a large amount, to falling to dead last, to making my way back to 2nd, to falling back to 7th and truly thinking that my race was over, to fixing the chain and taking my spot back, to taking the lead and finishing the race in first place. I had won a race consisting of 27 other riders with the same goal as me. I had finished 28 or 29 miles 15 minutes FASTER than the next best rider had done 25 miles. I had experienced 2 out of the 3 blood, sweat, and tears combination. Then I celebrated my winning by biking home for most of the trip, being picked up in Dover close to home. After that day, I know two things right now.

1. I didn’t win this race, I dominated it.

2. Next year, I plan to repeat, without missing my turn.

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Softball Team


This is directed at people who live in my hometown of Dover/Wingdale who read this page. I’ve advertised on my Myspace and Facebook pages, just doing the same on here.

This is a message to anyone who chooses to read it. I played in a co-rec softball league last summer and this year, have chosen to co-captain my own team. The hard part of the process now begins, that being the recruitment of players. We are looking for roughly 10-11 players total, with only about 3-4 obtained so far. Please note, only players who are serious about playing will be accepted. We are looking for people who are committed to being present at the games on the time that they are played. The games last year occurred on Tuesdays and Sundays during the summer, with an occasional make-up game on Monday if weather prevented a game on one of the other nights. The fee to play is 50 dollars, so take this into account before contacting me. Play begins June 28th. If anyone is interested, please feel free to contact me via my AIM screen name which is illictantumvos or by email at illictantumvos@aim.com. Thank you.
P.S. This is co-ed, so girls and guys are needed.

-Rob

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She said what?


I was at my parent’s house on and off the past few days and stayed overnight this past Thursday and Sunday. I found some time in between everything to sit down and catch some TV, so I flipped to my usual, a sports program. Being that it was around midnight, I was just in time for Sportscenter. The show was already going on and I came in at the part where an interview was being conducted (video posted at end of this post) regarding a black woman explaining why she is filing a lawsuit against NASCAR and some of it’s officials.

According to the woman, whose name is Mauricia Grant, three fellow NASCAR employees conducted themselves in a disrespectful, racist and sexist manor (the three said employees are all male.) Grant goes on to describe their conduct and gives some examples as to what and how they went about their misconduct. I don’t want to get into the bulk of the interview because it can be seen below, but I want to discuss a few minor instances.

During the interview, Grant uses language that I would not call PG, not that the interviewer doesn’t expect this. She uses the word “penis” a few times, going uncensored, which is fine, that is not an issue. Continuing on, she then uses the word “dick,” which ESPN decides to censor. The final use of a “curse” word is when the interviewer asks Mauricia to give him an example of a type of phrase that was used against her negatively. She hesitates for a second, seemingly not knowing how to pronounce the word she is about to proclaim, and says “nigger.” The word goes uncensored. A few red flags immediately rose in my head, and I shall list them in number order.

1. Correct me if I am wrong, but everyone in society around age 15+ should know the meaning and pronunciation of the word “nigger.” Mauricia Grant is 32. Judging by her facial expression, she had never heard the word pronounced or ever pronounced it herself.

2. I have seen hundreds if not thousands of ESPN interviews, many of which contain profanity. I have seen an array of Ozzie Guillen interviews in which he used every word in the book, every one of which was bleeped. This is why I am surprised by the fact that ESPN censored the word “dick” but not the word “nigger.” I would assume that if there is a word you would not want used on your program, it would be that one, whether it was given as an example or as an offense.

3. After she used the word, Mauricia Grant let out a nice little smile. I just don’t get it. You could have said “the men used the “n” word” and been serious and actually LOOK like you were offended, but instead she chose to take that long pause and say “um……………nigger” and top it off by smiling with a head tilt.

4. Where do you get 225 million dollars in damages for a lawsuit from? It isn’t like the men destroyed personal belongings or valuables. The only way I could see an amount of that magnitude being demanded would be if the quotes and phrases used by these men caused this woman to not come to work and remain home. I don’t see that here. She is a NASCAR official and while I do not know how much they make on average or even what the best officials make, I can say with utmost positivity that this woman is not making Alex Rodriguez-type salary here. Must be something I am missing.

As promised, here is the video:

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