This is probably going to end up being the worst second birthday ever… besides in 2001 when one of my favorite musicians went to rehab. This birthday… my favorite driver is leaving his team. Not just any team, but a team that I have grown to love, admire, and dammit, I can get there without a map!

Plus, I got my birthday cake like four days too early… oh well, who cares, right?

I’m taking the day off tomorrow and will do what I love to do… sit and be lazy, watch racing, write articles, and work on the newspaper website probably. That’s how I’m going to spend my last day as a 27-year-old track bunny.

I’m still not sure how I feel about the Tony situation… More on that tomorrow.

I do know what will make me feel better… if a certain someone were to win Saturday night… THAT would be the best birthday present ever this year… or the only one, but that’s beside the point.