And Gene Krantz would have shed his vest, loosened his tie, and zipped out of Houston with a baseball bat and bad intentions.

Agreed, all idiots.

Dang man. That’s still tough to look at. It’s one of those moments where I remember where I was and what I was doing when I heard about it.

Not talking about firing on anyone, shit everyone there were Americans and not technically breaking any laws. But a robust secure perimeter around the recovery vessel and the capsule which all told has to amount to a schmajillion dollars?  Yes, 100%.

Would have loved to see Hosehead swoop in and lead the boats away from the capsule with surgical drops of Elsinore 40's.

I’m sure Bob and Doug are pro’s with ice in their veins etc, but I wouldn’t be pumped to have been bobbing around in a capsule awaiting recovery only to hear on the radio: “Bob, Doug, this is going to be a bit, we have some yokels out here circling you like a pod of orca’s planning your demise... Stand by.”

I think we could turn this comment section into call outs of favorite brunch spots.  

No, out in California.  

Yeah. Coaches can be giant pieces of shit. I’ve known a couple solid ones, but they either fizzle-out, turn into politicians, or turn into tyrants (position coaches, coordinators).  

Yikes, the very demographic for whom the “Southern Strategy” was drafted.

Yeah man I see your point and your struggle 100%.

“Does he, or anyone, really know the way to markedly improve this process?”

Oh man, yeah I remember that show, and I thought he was a clown (I mean he literally wore clown clothes, right?) who was feasting on weak dudes.  Crazy that VH-1 ran that infomercial at all.  

My big concern is that the steering wheel is completely upside down but the tires are kicked out at less than a quarter turn.  Would driving this car be like trying to steer a plow horse with battle ropes?

Three things:

Oooh la la!

Plenty of these types of projects laying around driveways in my neighborhood

Hahahaha... There’s a campground near where I live that has peacocks roaming around and man do they love to scream at night just after the campfire settles in and the whiskey puts you in that zone of pure relaxation.

That bird deserves a naked lady in a giant martini glass sitting behind it.

Sorry about your dog’s morning tummy issues.