In The Middle Of The Night . . .

. . . on Saturday, when I was either doing the Cabbage Patch at 8.0 in Fort Worth or fast asleep - I can't remember, this gal won her first Indy race in a country known for bombing the bejebus out of us in Hawaii. (Which I guess we owe them a bit of gratitude or we never would have had that movie starring Ben Affleck.)

Anyway, Danica Patrick drives me nuts. The woman has no personality. None. She could be a superstar by now even a sport that no one cares about, but most of the time during an interview I'm worried she might be flatlining.

But I got a chance to post this picture, so forget about all that.