Marty

This is David Ohara. To those of us at the HOY7 hunting team his name is Marty. Normally we like Marty but today he has fallen out of favor by 'not even asking'.

It all started when he invited some friends to go for a little ride at the track. Of course those friends included my arch 'Uncle' nemesis Crazy Andy and the hairless Bubba Q. And of course it was not go-karts or mopeds but some kind of Indy car open wheel things and at the seriously cool Lime Rock racetrack in CT. And, of course, they saw Paul Newman. (Who apparently is ALWAYS at the track there. Sometimes he has a banana.)

Now none of these things is bad in and of itself. The problem is he didn't even ask. What the Hell?? You could have called and at least asked. So what if we haven't spoken in years. So what if we live 3000 miles away. So what if we never invited you hunting. Does that mean we're not good enough for your little racetrack excursion? Does that mean Crazy Andy and Bubstien are better people... more fun... better drivers? I think NOT!

Well Marty, you are now persona non gratta here at the HOY7 hunting team blogsite. I hope Bubba shit his pants in your racecar and Crazy Andy stunk up your helmet. So there.




P.S. Just kidding. We'd really like to go next time. We'll even buy the beer and tell you the story about Biffer and Mrs. Curious. Pleeeeese.