As we hit the dog days of summer, might I drop a drip of Southern California sweat upon your desktop, minus the right rear quarter panel pummel from Carl Edwards of course.

Carl and Brad Keselowski’s schism is grand-canyon-like after last Saturday’s tussle in St. Louis. NASCAR’s “have at it boys” is coming down to drivers policing themselves, or hell, pleasing themselves. Brad’s pappy after the race, “he ain’t going to kill my boy.” Lets hope a death doesn’t get NASCAR officials off their Goodyear's to act.

El Tigre lays down another stunningly mediocre four rounds of links golf at St. Andrews. Still not sure why anyone in the sports media does not have the man purse to step up and write in big-ass bold letters that the disgraced golfer is finished. At least as we knew him. The current #1 rated golfer (WTF?!) is so rattled from personal dilemmas, demons and doctored bone (don't go there), that there isn’t a Nike putter, a swing coach or a Perkins cashier in her wet bikini bottoms holding his 9-iron that can help this rat out of his cellar. Jack, you might be safe now.

Then there is now former USC athletic director Mike Garrett. I was hoping, er, waiting for the Trojan sword to swing on his arrogance. A new campus prez, a new AD and oh, well, Lane Kiffin. Think old Kif’s secondary violations will have a shot with this new set of Trojan horses running the big show? I’m telling you right here, I just don’t like Kif’s demeanor. Not a hint of a head coaching aura. Man, not a sniff.

IndyCar gets it right with the new 2012 chassis from Dallara. They’ve been an IndyCar builder since ‘97 and it's had every car on the track in every freakin’ race since ‘08. But with it’s eventual price tag said to be 40% to 50% cheaper, then by all means, “have at boys and girls!”

Mel Gibson, Manny Ramirez, Eldrick Woods, a touch of LeBron and lets throw a dash of old freakin’ faithful Barry Bonds in there for good measure. Fellas, get a clue. LOL.

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I need to get me some Saturday Night’s Allright For Fightin’ local track bleacher bum going on. Maybe Irwindale, CA or even some Perris, CA to wet the keg beer whistle. Horns up!

I said this Sunday night, here is the cure to what ails motorsports and the empty seats. Yep, cricket spitting.  Sh** you not. And why does all this weird freaky man stuff happen in Wisconsin? Damn boys, Old Milwaukee is for drinking not the IV.

That’s what I freakin’ think. Hit me @ kennys@speedfreaks.tv.