Ep. 182 Freebird and Dale

Welcome back for another episode of Last Night's Coffee! We truly appreciate you tuning in. This week, the guys give their weekend reviews including a couple date nights with their wives... Chuck saw a guy get ran over by a car.... Super Bowl predictions.... Spring training begins.... The groundhog has spoken.... Elon Musk is a video game liar.... Panama backs out of agreement with China... The guys lay down some cold hard facts about the recent plane crashes... A reaction video followed by the meme of the week wrap up episode 182! Thanks for listening Nightshifters! FROM GROK 2 (Verse 1) Well, I was sittin' in the stands, sun beatin' down like fire, Dale Earnhardt out on that track, sparks flyin' higher and higher. The crowd was roarin', my heart was racin', like a wild stallion free, That day in '98, when Dale took number three. (Chorus) Oh, I saw the Intimidator win, under that Southern sky, And later on that night, I heard 'Free Bird' fly, Guitars screamin', drums beatin', like thunder in the night, It was Dale Earnhardt and Lynyrd Skynyrd, what a perfect sight. (Verse 2) We drove down to the concert, dust on our boots, dust in our hair, The air was thick with memories, of a race that won't compare. The stage was lit with fire, Skynyrd played their song, And as "Free Bird" soared, I knew I'd never feel alone. (Chorus) Oh, I saw the Intimidator win, under that Southern sky, And later on that night, I heard 'Free Bird' fly, Guitars screamin', drums beatin', like thunder in the night, It was Dale Earnhardt and Lynyrd Skynyrd, what a perfect sight. Bridge) Life's like a race, you know, it's fast and sometimes cruel, But moments like those, they make you feel you can keep your cool. With every turn of life's wheel, I'll remember where I've been, That day with Dale, that night with Skynyrd, the magic of when Now I tell my kids the story, with a tear and a smile, Of how Dale took the checkered flag, and 'Free Bird' went on for miles. In the heart of Georgia, or wherever you might be, That memory's pure gold, like whiskey, aged perfectly.