Dirt Bike News - Editorial: Never Off the Clock - Dirt Rider Magazine

Last week, I'm sitting at my desk, minding my own business when I get an email from my good friend Laurette over at KTM. "Have you seen this?" She asked. Following was an entry from Jason Weigandt's blog on The Racing Paper's website.Let me set this up first: I had recently spent some time with Jason in Las Vegas at Endurocross. He contributes to the Racer X website, and I manage the Dirt Rider website, so we had a lot in common, and plenty to talk about before the race. And I, being the trusting social butterfly I am, invited him to hang out with us later. Everyone was going out that night, so I thought it would be fun, and a gesture of good sportsmanship, to hang out with the competition.Good sportsmanship is what I thought it was until I read Laurette's email. "Blogandt," as it turns out, included a little commentary on hanging out with us that night:

What was the second goal? Oh, it gets better:

You can read the whole blog at this link: http://www.theracingpaper.com/blogandt/blogSeptOctNov05.htm.
Scroll down to the picture of David Knight (a.k.a. Last Man Dancing) to the blog entitled "A Knight in Vegas."Now, I normally don't write editorials. But it looks like this is a good time to start because my honor is at stake here. And anyway, in the world of web-geekiness, I'm pretty sure I just got served.So now, it's on.Soooo, Blogandt... you were just using me and Laurette, huh? How very Machiavellian of you. Keep your friends close and your enemies even closer, huh? Touche, Blogandt, touche.Here I was thinking I was doing my good deed for the week letting the guy waaaay out of our league hang out with us on an otherwise perfectly good Friday night in Vegas. (Oh come on, I'm just kidding. It was a Saturday night.) Well, next time I'll just have to curb my philanthropic urges. I feel so used, so... dirty!"Wow! That guy's got so much game he needs a referee!" people said as Jason walked by flanked by Laurette and myself.All the while he was cashing in, two-fold, with his underhanded political agenda at work. I suppose it's my own fault. It all started when I elected to have beer for dinner on Saturday night. Actually... let's not get into that.That night there were signs. I should have known Weigandt was up to something when he tried to shake me down for a Blackberry, and sweep the bar at the Palm for wireless internet signals. He even gave me the third degree when I came back from the restroom."You just updated your site, didn't you?!""Yes," I replied between hiccups, "I just received a press release that James Stewart is pregnant."He hesitated and raised an evil eyebrow before fake-laughing at my lame joke.At the end of the night—literally, because it was about 6am—we were back in the hotel casino winding down and saw Blogandt making a dash for the door, bags packed on his way to the airport, with hardly even a wave goodbye. He was probably already writing his story in his head...In the end, Jason succeeded in getting his story up on Racer X before mine was posted.Well, he may have gotten the holeshot, but I stuffed him two turns later (once the hangover wore off) with my Endurocross Behind the Scenes feature!You know what, Weigandt? You may have put one past me, but as of now, I'm on to you. Come to think of it, I'll bet your blog was just a another scam to try to get me to post a link to your site, huh? Isn't it? Well... you've got to get up pret-ty early in the morning to pull a fast one on... wait... DAMN!Whatever. That doesn't even matter right now. I'll tell you what does matter: Anaheim One. I've got an Ace up my sleeve and fuel on my fire. We'll see who gets the story up first next time, blog boy.—Jean "Keepin' it Real" Turner