… I’m trying this new fad called, uh, Twitter. I believe it’s Twitter. Or Tweeter. It might be a long “e.” I’m not sure, but apparently you just type in whatever’s on your mind — like death threats & your favorite chili recipes & so forth. It’s supposed to be wild.
Now, by all means, please resume not talking about all the things not going on in IndyCar right now. (I wish you could see the look on your face right now. Priceless.)