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Friday, Chad Brown and I left for Tuscaloosa. We came down to hang out with Tyler and Wes Sanderson. Went to the Alabama North Carolina game. They lost the first one. We are watching them play again tonight, on tv. Alabama is ahead 2-0.

Last night we ate at a place called Mugshots. I ate probably the best burger I have ever eaten. Delicious. We also played a little Texas Hold'Em. I lost. Go figure.

For the love of God would people please drive in the right lanes. All the way down here people were riding in the left lanes. The left lanes are for people who are passing. Please spread the word. It is not the lane for women who are placing cell phone calls and driving 60mph. Sorry ladies. It was only your side doing it yesterday. I know that some guys do it to. But come on, guys look at driving as a competition.

When I get in my car, I am focused. I must win. That doesn't mean that you have to drive like a bat out of hell. You still must be precise in your movements and maintain focus. But, you must calculate your driving moves if you are going to win. And win I must. The "left lane riders" get in the way of my potential victory. I am on a time table too. Needless to say, I was a bit frustrated after my drive to T-Town yesterday.

For those of you who are saying, "Driving shouldn't make you that frustrated." "You should relax." My advice to you is get off the road. You are probably one of the people in my way. I think I am going to paint inflamatory statements all over my car. Things like: "Are You Gonna Drive or Park?" Or, "The Right Lane Is For Losers - So Get In It."

Glad I got all of that off my chest.

Today, we went to the Greentrack Race Track in Mississippi. We watched the Belmont horse race. That was an interesting experience. We were in the minority for sure. We had a good time.

I love you, your servant, your friend,

Tim

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