Friday…Not much to report other than, well, nada mucho. Had a good dinner with my girl at The Social and the martinis were choice. Desert? Even better.

Saturday…It was pretty much a kick in the balls good day. Yes a kick in the man bag CAN be a good thing. You know, kick in the pants, kickin’ back, kick out the jams, INXS Kick, kick some ass, kick it… you get it.

Supercross was back in Anaheim. A2, as it's known, was a simmering apocalyptic sell out of Angels Stadium with a demographic NASCAR, IndyCar, NHRA and every motherfreakin' sports car series wishes they could sniff. Twenty and thrity-something year old dads and moms with kids in tow. They’re ready to raise their metal horns to some Godsmackin', Eminem rappin', laser poppin' primer to the aerial freak show known as Supercross. You should try it sometime.

Like a part-time meth'er, drop your 4-wheel habit for a weekend and get on board. This shit rocks, has for 30 years and burns the rubber off the old Goodyear n’ carburetor days you've been force fed for decades. Yes, its hip, happening and for the young… at heart. We get it. Most old, graying mo’sports CEO's don’t. By the way, Bubba ran away with it again… And this '11 season looks to be as juicy as one of those expensive, fatty, fried n' drippin Farmer John dogs that supermodel was clawing at between the LCQ's.

Sunday…Like you, I planted my happy ass next to the Super Bowl but it was really only as background as I was prepping to put together another smokin' SpeedFreaks 120 minute extravaganza. And selfishly I dmit, it was a large Freaks Show. Joey Logano to Jimmie Johnson to Scott Dixon to Crash’s Indiana Hoosiers cus n' grus fest. THAT was Legendous.

Really, Statt, Crash and I had an eventful two hours on our national show followoing the anti-Favre Superbowl. And we had seats unlike a few hundred who did'nt in Jerry Jones Stadium. We riffed on everything from lets get Favre's name and likeness out of here to the drunkest cities in America. Congrats Fresno. The Logano interview was a nifty one. I called the youngin' out and said he should leave his new home decor to someone who gets it. I recalled trying to decorate my bungalow at his age and looking back, Ray Charles could have spiffed it up better from an easy chair and wearing a top hat. Listen.

Life's good.

P.F.S. Note to self, NASCAR's 2011 Daytona 500 pre-race show with Brad Paisley is, well, a pre-race paddy cake. Rock hard and never apologize.