Let's all gather round and say a prayer for those unfortunate few who have, through some misfortune or misunderstanding, actually paid money to race the 2008 VA Beach Sportsplex Death Derby, also known as the Snowball crit.
I'm getting nervous just thinking about all the mayhem and carnage that's bound to go down tomorrow, as every Tom, Dick, and Harry with $30 and a bike blows his load over the world's most tiny-time crit. In fact, Snowball is probably a vital part of race season around here, like the way barn owls die off when there are too few mice. This is all part of nature's way-- keeping the buttmunch population down with broken collarbones, so that those less squirrelly may race unhindered.
For those about to rock (the pavement, with their faces): We Salute You!
