Captions by Jason Thomas Photos by James Lissimore The Rippahhhh warming up on Saturday morning. He was fast enough to be on the podium but struggled late in the main. I was giving Liss the finger about 5 seconds before this picture was taken. Weege never ceases to amaze me with the odd tasks he finds himself in. He has a clinical disability to say no to anyone. The stadium leaks when it rains (who knew?) but this place is very underrated. Great city, great venue, bad football team. Barcia had an off day and night but a sixth on a bad day is how you stay in the title hunt. Huge pet peeve for me is when they open the stadium roof. It doesn’t add anything to the day and it dries the track out. Dirt like Glendale needs all the help it can get to maintain moisture. Dry air and sunlight are, as Bobby Boucher’s mom would say, are the devil. Ferrandis was on total damage control in the main event after a wild crash. Weird start to the season for Eli Tomac. He hasn’t been the balls out fast Eli that we are used to seeing but he isn’t injured and out of the title hunt like he was last year at this time. Webb’s main event wasn’t noteworthy but he looks SO much better than last year. I really thought this guy would be in podium contention but bad starts and apparent fatigue hampered his results. Wow was he good in practice, though. “Guys, my kid is REALLY GOOD!” Two podiums isn’t a bad start to the season but I bet he would like to be a step or two higher each time. He just seems to be lacking a tiny bit of raw speed but consistency pays in the 250 class. RJ is capable of podiums in this class but he needs to nail every detail. That’s a lot of color, bros. I probably shouldn’t comment further. Malcolm Stewart in happier times. Seriously, though, this sucks. He was riding so well and his hard work was showing on Saturdays. After a fantastic Monster Cup showing, Joey’s first two races have been less than stellar. Hopefully his crashes in Glendale don’t keep him out of action this weekend. I think this battle was in the Heat race but the main event was very similar so who knows. There was a lot of mid-pack battling in the main event. Reed was a man possessed in the Heat race but wasn’t able to find that magic in the main event. Still, he had everyone on their feet with that Heat race charge. 36 years old and still blowing past the sport’s elite. Justin Brayton won his Heat race and really was uncontested in doing so. His 7th place in the main event was probably a letdown for what he expected but still solid points nonetheless. Nick Wey whispering sweet nothings to his protege. AC92 was on another level this weekend. Crashing on a straightaway is never in the gameplan but Ferrandis somehow pulled it off. He did well to fight back to 6th, though. Pure domination in Glendale. He ran away from everyone and made it look easy. This picture was taken at 9:34pm local time. That’s about all I have. Live television programming’s worst nightmare, the red flag. When Mookie went down, my eyes were focused on the flagstand to see if it was coming. It took a minute or two but the medical team made the call when Mookie couldn’t be moved easily. Let’s do this halfway at every race. Minus the injured star. This photo was taken at 9:53pm local time. After Anderson made the controversial pass on KRoc, didn’t everyone think he was going to win easily? I did. For the first time in a long time, I think Jason Anderson was tired in the 450 main event. Why he was tired is the bigger question. This triple-onto-tabletop was really difficult. Most riders gave up completely by the halfway point. Winner winner chicken dinner. I know Blake thought he would get a win much sooner but man did he earn that one. He stalked Anderson and dropped the hammer when he sensed weakness. Most don’t realize the hard work behind the scenes that everyone else puts in alongside their rider. Moments like this are the payoff for thousands of hours of preparation. Tom Baggett is Blake’s dad and the gentleman holding the trophy. The guy is pure comedy and I was probably happier for him than anyone else. A Father’s pride is impossible to measure. Lissimore