To all of those who loved him, all of us who still look for the black number three in the field,

if you look real hard, they say you can still see him there.

If you listen with us to the following song, well, perhaps you just might feel him here with us tonight.

Ladies and gentlemen here to remember Dale Earnhardt.

T.C. and Jake.

I've got a bone to pick with you.

On your goddamn birthday.

I might have a fucking skeleton.

On your birthday? To pick with you. I come here in peace on your birthday.

I came here to my home, having recently picked up some McDonald's. Okay.

Hand a bag full of McDonald's to my wife and you know what I hear, Jake, for the first time of my goddamn life?

Looks like these fries are short.

I've been eating the same amount of fries out of her bag the entire fucking time.

Oh, no.

And loose lips over here.

I blew it for the whole team.

Makes her wise to the thing.

I had to give her half my fries.

Yeah, that was

definitely walking up to Donovan at ticket stock

and asking, well, where's Twiggy?

Yes.

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