Garrett Duke

You are so lucky with that. There were a lot of times where the accidents happened while they were on a commercial break. That is so aggravating. You just see replays of it and then more commercial breaks. It's non stop here...

My new favorite thing is watching people from all over the world getting to experience the US for the first time while they're here for the World Cup. I especially love seeing the Tartan Army (seeing as I'm about half Scottish) and the folks experiencing the South (authentic BBQ anyone?). Boston has a large population with Scots-Irish ancestry, as does the South, so it's not surprising they're feeling like kindred spirits.

I feel the same way! I think some things have changed, that they should've  left alone!

When I had time to watch NASCAR a few years ago, any incident seemed to be an excuse for a commercial break. Sometimes, they'd come back from the break, tell the audience that the incident was still ongoing, and go for another break. I sometimes forget how lucky we are over here with much stricter constraints on the amount of advertising that's allowed to interrupt TV shows, although obviously things are a bit different nowadays with many people streaming their shows.

That's pretty much about how I feel about the segments in NASCAR now. The breaks would definitely interrupt the flow of the game. 

Garrett turns around as Skipper approaches him and hears him out. He sets his half drank down and gives Skipper a high five. "No need to apologize, Skipper. It was just a race and you were just eager to win the race as everyone was. My car can and will be fixed in no time," he pauses to put down his empty glass from Cooter, "but I'll be glad to take you up on that drink and drink to a fun race."

Walking into the Boar's Nest with his head down, Garrett sighs and looks up and looks through the crowd before finding Hobie. He makes a slow and long thoughtful walk over to Hobie where he looks up and gives Hobie a confident smile and puts his hand out and says, "Congratulations Hobie on a great race." He surprises himself that he actually means and finds himself buying into Jesse's speech. "But next year, that trophy is coming back home with me." He gives him a smile before he walks over to Bo and Luke who congratulate him on a well raced race.
Garrett only shrugs it off before before Jesse and everyone starts asking him if he finished second after Hobie. Garrett shrugs. He'd be ok with second. Just not with the wrecked race car. Taking a deep breath he slowly admits out loud, "I don't really know where I placed," he pauses, "I just knew I wasn't first." He shrugs again before Cooter hands him a beer and he slowly takes a long drink before slowly stating, "I apologize for how I acted and not celebrating with you all for the fun race."

Uncle Jesse 🥂 

Garrett 🥂 

Garrett turns around as Skipper approaches him and hears him out. He sets his half drank down and gives Skipper a high five. "No need to apologize, Skipper. It was just a race and you were just eager to win the race as everyone was. My car can and will be fixed in no time," he pauses to put down his empty glass from Cooter, "but I'll be glad to take you up on that drink and drink to a fun race."

Walking into the Boar's Nest with his head down, Garrett sighs and looks up and looks through the crowd before finding Hobie. He makes a slow and long thoughtful walk over to Hobie where he looks up and gives Hobie a confident smile and puts his hand out and says, "Congratulations Hobie on a great race." He surprises himself that he actually means and finds himself buying into Jesse's speech. "But next year, that trophy is coming back home with me." He gives him a smile before he walks over to Bo and Luke who congratulate him on a well raced race.
Garrett only shrugs it off before before Jesse and everyone starts asking him if he finished second after Hobie. Garrett shrugs. He'd be ok with second. Just not with the wrecked race car. Taking a deep breath he slowly admits out loud, "I don't really know where I placed," he pauses, "I just knew I wasn't first." He shrugs again before Cooter hands him a beer and he slowly takes a long drink before slowly stating, "I apologize for how I acted and not celebrating with you all for the fun race."

Garrett Duke was working on his vehicle outside of his apartment when his thoughts and concentration was abruptly shattered by a door slamming shut. Taking a deep breath, he slowly stands up and turns around to stand face to face to Jesse Duke.
"What you think you're doing, boy?" Jesse says, his voice thick with disappointment and concern.
Garrett looks away in attempt to hide his anger before looking back at his uncle. "I'm working on my wrecked car," he dryly states, putting emphasis on wrecked.
"Not no more you ain't," Jesse states in a matter of fact tone, "get in the truck."
Garrett goes to protest only to be cut off by angry blue eyes of his uncle. Shaking his head in defeat, he throws down the oil stained towel he was clenching onto onto the roof of his car before looking angrily up at Jesse before turning around and climbing into the cab of the old white Ford truck.
They drive a long awkward five minutes in silence before Jesse interrupts the piercing silence by saying, "Everyone is at the Boars Nest celebrating what was suppose to be a fun race," he pauses, his voice drips of disappointment, "and you run off to pout because you didn't cross the line first." Jesse shakes his head. "I'm disappointed in you and your un-sportsmanship. You can't even congratulate yourself. Too busy feeling sorry for yourself. But you know what? Not everything is about you." Jesse allows more silence in the cab of his truck as Garrett stares out his window. "I thought I raised you better than this."
Garrett quickly glares at his uncle in disbelief. "I ain't Bo or Luke," he states in disgust and disbelief, "you didn't raise me."
Jesse nods at his mistake. "You're right, I didn't," he pauses, "then your father did a bad job at raising you."
"You know nothing of how I was raised," Garrett states before letting out a deep breath. He knew of the bad relationship between the two and knew nothing he said would change Jesse's mind. Plus his dad was the one who sent him to Hazzard, so Garrett wasn't in the mood to argue with Jesse. He knew he wouldn't win any how. Changing the topic, he says, "You call me un-sportsmanship. I raced that race fair and square. And what do I have to show for it? A wrecked car."
"Well good. I'm proud of you for racing your race fair and square," Jesse states, "but you can't control how others race you or treat you. The only person you have control over is yourself and how you react. And right now you are acting like a toddler without a nap not getting that cherished toy the toddler would want. So, in a few minutes we will be walking into the Boar's Nest and YOU are going to walk over to Hobie. Shake his hand and meaningfully congratulate him. Understand?"
"Yeah," Garrett sighs in resignation.
(Sorry for the long post)

Garrett turns around as Skipper approaches him and hears him out. He sets his half drank down and gives Skipper a high five. "No need to apologize, Skipper. It was just a race and you were just eager to win the race as everyone was. My car can and will be fixed in no time," he pauses to put down his empty glass from Cooter, "but I'll be glad to take you up on that drink and drink to a fun race."

Garrett Duke was working on his vehicle outside of his apartment when his thoughts and concentration was abruptly shattered by a door slamming shut. Taking a deep breath, he slowly stands up and turns around to stand face to face to Jesse Duke.
"What you think you're doing, boy?" Jesse says, his voice thick with disappointment and concern.
Garrett looks away in attempt to hide his anger before looking back at his uncle. "I'm working on my wrecked car," he dryly states, putting emphasis on wrecked.
"Not no more you ain't," Jesse states in a matter of fact tone, "get in the truck."
Garrett goes to protest only to be cut off by angry blue eyes of his uncle. Shaking his head in defeat, he throws down the oil stained towel he was clenching onto onto the roof of his car before looking angrily up at Jesse before turning around and climbing into the cab of the old white Ford truck.
They drive a long awkward five minutes in silence before Jesse interrupts the piercing silence by saying, "Everyone is at the Boars Nest celebrating what was suppose to be a fun race," he pauses, his voice drips of disappointment, "and you run off to pout because you didn't cross the line first." Jesse shakes his head. "I'm disappointed in you and your un-sportsmanship. You can't even congratulate yourself. Too busy feeling sorry for yourself. But you know what? Not everything is about you." Jesse allows more silence in the cab of his truck as Garrett stares out his window. "I thought I raised you better than this."
Garrett quickly glares at his uncle in disbelief. "I ain't Bo or Luke," he states in disgust and disbelief, "you didn't raise me."
Jesse nods at his mistake. "You're right, I didn't," he pauses, "then your father did a bad job at raising you."
"You know nothing of how I was raised," Garrett states before letting out a deep breath. He knew of the bad relationship between the two and knew nothing he said would change Jesse's mind. Plus his dad was the one who sent him to Hazzard, so Garrett wasn't in the mood to argue with Jesse. He knew he wouldn't win any how. Changing the topic, he says, "You call me un-sportsmanship. I raced that race fair and square. And what do I have to show for it? A wrecked car."
"Well good. I'm proud of you for racing your race fair and square," Jesse states, "but you can't control how others race you or treat you. The only person you have control over is yourself and how you react. And right now you are acting like a toddler without a nap not getting that cherished toy the toddler would want. So, in a few minutes we will be walking into the Boar's Nest and YOU are going to walk over to Hobie. Shake his hand and meaningfully congratulate him. Understand?"
"Yeah," Garrett sighs in resignation.
(Sorry for the long post)

Skipper sees Garrett, and Uncle Jesse come in. He rushed over to them. "Hey Uncle Jesse. Garrett. Garrett, I'm sorry about cheating and wrecking your car. I want to buy you a beer to apologize to you. Please join me. Uncle Jesse, you too. No hard feelings about you stealing the Coconut Moonshine or disconnecting the Minnow trailer from my car."

Walking into the Boar's Nest with his head down, Garrett sighs and looks up and looks through the crowd before finding Hobie. He makes a slow and long thoughtful walk over to Hobie where he looks up and gives Hobie a confident smile and puts his hand out and says, "Congratulations Hobie on a great race." He surprises himself that he actually means and finds himself buying into Jesse's speech. "But next year, that trophy is coming back home with me." He gives him a smile before he walks over to Bo and Luke who congratulate him on a well raced race.
Garrett only shrugs it off before before Jesse and everyone starts asking him if he finished second after Hobie. Garrett shrugs. He'd be ok with second. Just not with the wrecked race car. Taking a deep breath he slowly admits out loud, "I don't really know where I placed," he pauses, "I just knew I wasn't first." He shrugs again before Cooter hands him a beer and he slowly takes a long drink before slowly stating, "I apologize for how I acted and not celebrating with you all for the fun race."

Garrett Duke was working on his vehicle outside of his apartment when his thoughts and concentration was abruptly shattered by a door slamming shut. Taking a deep breath, he slowly stands up and turns around to stand face to face to Jesse Duke.
"What you think you're doing, boy?" Jesse says, his voice thick with disappointment and concern.
Garrett looks away in attempt to hide his anger before looking back at his uncle. "I'm working on my wrecked car," he dryly states, putting emphasis on wrecked.
"Not no more you ain't," Jesse states in a matter of fact tone, "get in the truck."
Garrett goes to protest only to be cut off by angry blue eyes of his uncle. Shaking his head in defeat, he throws down the oil stained towel he was clenching onto onto the roof of his car before looking angrily up at Jesse before turning around and climbing into the cab of the old white Ford truck.
They drive a long awkward five minutes in silence before Jesse interrupts the piercing silence by saying, "Everyone is at the Boars Nest celebrating what was suppose to be a fun race," he pauses, his voice drips of disappointment, "and you run off to pout because you didn't cross the line first." Jesse shakes his head. "I'm disappointed in you and your un-sportsmanship. You can't even congratulate yourself. Too busy feeling sorry for yourself. But you know what? Not everything is about you." Jesse allows more silence in the cab of his truck as Garrett stares out his window. "I thought I raised you better than this."
Garrett quickly glares at his uncle in disbelief. "I ain't Bo or Luke," he states in disgust and disbelief, "you didn't raise me."
Jesse nods at his mistake. "You're right, I didn't," he pauses, "then your father did a bad job at raising you."
"You know nothing of how I was raised," Garrett states before letting out a deep breath. He knew of the bad relationship between the two and knew nothing he said would change Jesse's mind. Plus his dad was the one who sent him to Hazzard, so Garrett wasn't in the mood to argue with Jesse. He knew he wouldn't win any how. Changing the topic, he says, "You call me un-sportsmanship. I raced that race fair and square. And what do I have to show for it? A wrecked car."
"Well good. I'm proud of you for racing your race fair and square," Jesse states, "but you can't control how others race you or treat you. The only person you have control over is yourself and how you react. And right now you are acting like a toddler without a nap not getting that cherished toy the toddler would want. So, in a few minutes we will be walking into the Boar's Nest and YOU are going to walk over to Hobie. Shake his hand and meaningfully congratulate him. Understand?"
"Yeah," Garrett sighs in resignation.
(Sorry for the long post)

After finishing the race in whatever position, he ended up in, Garrett watches everyone walking into the Boars Nest to celebrate either a race won or a race fought. Shaking his head he looks at his beaten-up Spittin' Cobra in anger. He raced that race hard and clean and yet still lost and his beloved car took the beaten on due to it all. Feeling his anger toward how he was raced and how his car was disrespected by others around him, he knows better than to step foot in the Boars Nest with everyone celebrating. He takes a long glare at the Boars Nest he shakes his head in disgust before climbing back into the Spittin' Cobra and sighs in relief as it starts right up with a powerful roar. "Good race," he pats the dashboard of his beloved car, "let's go get you fixed up."
With that he drives off towards home where he will work and fix on his beloved car to make it back to perfect once again. 

After finishing the race in whatever position, he ended up in, Garrett watches everyone walking into the Boars Nest to celebrate either a race won or a race fought. Shaking his head he looks at his beaten-up Spittin' Cobra in anger. He raced that race hard and clean and yet still lost and his beloved car took the beaten on due to it all. Feeling his anger toward how he was raced and how his car was disrespected by others around him, he knows better than to step foot in the Boars Nest with everyone celebrating. He takes a long glare at the Boars Nest he shakes his head in disgust before climbing back into the Spittin' Cobra and sighs in relief as it starts right up with a powerful roar. "Good race," he pats the dashboard of his beloved car, "let's go get you fixed up."
With that he drives off towards home where he will work and fix on his beloved car to make it back to perfect once again. 

After finishing the race in whatever position, he ended up in, Garrett watches everyone walking into the Boars Nest to celebrate either a race won or a race fought. Shaking his head he looks at his beaten-up Spittin' Cobra in anger. He raced that race hard and clean and yet still lost and his beloved car took the beaten on due to it all. Feeling his anger toward how he was raced and how his car was disrespected by others around him, he knows better than to step foot in the Boars Nest with everyone celebrating. He takes a long glare at the Boars Nest he shakes his head in disgust before climbing back into the Spittin' Cobra and sighs in relief as it starts right up with a powerful roar. "Good race," he pats the dashboard of his beloved car, "let's go get you fixed up."
With that he drives off towards home where he will work and fix on his beloved car to make it back to perfect once again. 

Thanks. Three days since the 2 tornadoes and some folks still don't have electric. 

"What the -" Garrett lets his sentence drag off in surprise at seeing Hobie flash by him before he straightening up in his seat and aggressively forces Spittin Cobra to forward at somehow a faster pace. "So this is how ya wanna play?" he hisses as he charges alongside Hobie.

With Emma hanging on tightly Jesse seems happy to be settling for fourth. Considering what he has been through that is quite an accomplishment. 
Then he looks in the rear view mirror and to his horror, sees a challenger to his fourth place goal. It's an Indy car and it's Hoss at the wheel. 

Glad you're ok, Roger!

No elecric or internet. Tornado shut everything down. Not close to my house and nobody was hurt but thousands of lines down.