Mr. Crist, seriously, that was an epic story. It will be a hilarious bit for your comedy as well. I would have done the same thing. I grew up Indiana from 1968-1989. I have been to the Indy 500 many times. My family had dealerships in Indy. I thank the Lord He protected you. This world is such a mess. You never cease to amaze me with your comedy and stories. You seem like the kind of gent someone could sit down and not only talk about our Lord, but also laugh, and discuss life, and learn a thing or two as well. I don't know if you aware of this, but your comedy makes you to be a teacher as well. There is no doubt you love our Lord. There is surely no sin in laughing. When you discuss the absurdity of life, living day to day, and human struggles you help us see there is a way to deal with it. Laugh, oh for sure, but love as God asks us to day after day. When I saw you on the Duck Call Room I was impressed. You have made some very dear friends there. God bless you Mr. Crist. Please stay on that straight and narrow and bring that laughter into Heaven. I pray this world does not "eat you up", but that your are blessed abundantly. ~John Numbers 6:24-26 NKJV “The Lord bless you and keep you; The Lord make His face shine upon you, And be gracious to you; The Lord lift up His countenance upon you, And give you peace.”
The first 2 and a half mins just shows how absurd celebrity culture is. They don’t even know or care who each other are. Why do we lose our minds over these people?
Great job, I'm so proud of you!🎉 I grew up in Indy and this type of thing has100% happened to most people I know. Abandon everyone and find a way out of the track to get home! You're basically a local now.
I marched in the Purdue Band for 4 years. We did the opening ceremonies for the Indy 500. We left at lap 127 for a reason... Also how did you find sober people to help you? I swear 85% at least are wasted especially after a 3 hour rain delay.
I had infield tickets twice. For sure it’s crazy getting out but they move all the cars in one direction and don’t let new traffic towards the track. I don’t remember it worse than say a Colts game.
You are too kind to mention that around the track is not the nicest or safest area...I'm sure you were walking on crumbled sidewalks, if there even was sidewalks for the duration of the walk. Let alone i assume this was post storm. Then getting into downtown not much better. Poor guy. We had just got out of church when the storm hit the south of indy...I would've picked you up for sure if I was over your way. Happy you made it 🙌🏻😂
Dude, I lived 20min from the track my first 20years and it would take us 2 hours to get home and that was parking at a friend's house a couple miles from the track. Same deal for the Brickyard.
Well, if someone tells you a story that is longer than you expected the natural thing any decent human being would do is to at least give whoever is sharing a part of their lives with you (even if you don't think it is that interesting or that you would have got to the main point of the whole story a lot quicker) the chance to get to the point in their story where they are like "so the point of this story is.....if you're still reading at this point I'd say you are pretty patient. You're welcome 🙂
No, you are not at all impatient. People are actually listening to this entire story. Wow. I had to tap out at the ‘please share your location with me part’. Give me some actual comedy. This isn’t it.
Mr. Crist, seriously, that was an epic story. It will be a hilarious bit for your comedy as well. I would have done the same thing. I grew up Indiana from 1968-1989. I have been to the Indy 500 many times. My family had dealerships in Indy. I thank the Lord He protected you. This world is such a mess. You never cease to amaze me with your comedy and stories. You seem like the kind of gent someone could sit down and not only talk about our Lord, but also laugh, and discuss life, and learn a thing or two as well. I don't know if you aware of this, but your comedy makes you to be a teacher as well. There is no doubt you love our Lord. There is surely no sin in laughing. When you discuss the absurdity of life, living day to day, and human struggles you help us see there is a way to deal with it. Laugh, oh for sure, but love as God asks us to day after day. When I saw you on the Duck Call Room I was impressed. You have made some very dear friends there. God bless you Mr. Crist. Please stay on that straight and narrow and bring that laughter into Heaven. I pray this world does not "eat you up", but that your are blessed abundantly. ~John
Numbers 6:24-26 NKJV “The Lord bless you and keep you; The Lord make His face shine upon you, And be gracious to you; The Lord lift up His countenance upon you, And give you peace.”
The first 2 and a half mins just shows how absurd celebrity culture is. They don’t even know or care who each other are. Why do we lose our minds over these people?
It’s idolatry
If the bus caught to you and you got back on the bus...I'm imaging Mr Rooney from Faris Buellers Day off. 😂😂😂
LOL! I was thinking that same thing!
Great job, I'm so proud of you!🎉
I grew up in Indy and this type of thing has100% happened to most people I know. Abandon everyone and find a way out of the track to get home! You're basically a local now.
At 1640 I’m dying laughing. I’ve learned to take a book and relax. 😂😂
Longest John story EVER
I marched in the Purdue Band for 4 years. We did the opening ceremonies for the Indy 500. We left at lap 127 for a reason...
Also how did you find sober people to help you? I swear 85% at least are wasted especially after a 3 hour rain delay.
I had infield tickets twice. For sure it’s crazy getting out but they move all the cars in one direction and don’t let new traffic towards the track. I don’t remember it worse than say a Colts game.
Imagine hauling a guy in your truck bed and he's like "yeah I just hopped off a bus with flava flav" 😂😂😂
Welcome to the universal experience of leaving the Indy 500.
You are too kind to mention that around the track is not the nicest or safest area...I'm sure you were walking on crumbled sidewalks, if there even was sidewalks for the duration of the walk. Let alone i assume this was post storm. Then getting into downtown not much better. Poor guy. We had just got out of church when the storm hit the south of indy...I would've picked you up for sure if I was over your way. Happy you made it 🙌🏻😂
Crackin up over John's "home field advantage" 🤣🤣
He's behind that Jimmy John's dude, in a DUMPSTER 💀💀💀
So you took the short bus... got it
Dude, I lived 20min from the track my first 20years and it would take us 2 hours to get home and that was parking at a friend's house a couple miles from the track. Same deal for the Brickyard.
John is the Andy Dufresne of the Indy 500.
25 minutes for one story. Am I impatient?
Well, if someone tells you a story that is longer than you expected the natural thing any decent human being would do is to at least give whoever is sharing a part of their lives with you (even if you don't think it is that interesting or that you would have got to the main point of the whole story a lot quicker) the chance to get to the point in their story where they are like "so the point of this story is.....if you're still reading at this point I'd say you are pretty patient. You're welcome 🙂
@@kobushauman3310 🤪
Yup!
No, you are not at all impatient. People are actually listening to this entire story. Wow. I had to tap out at the ‘please share your location with me part’. Give me some actual comedy. This isn’t it.
Yes, well played!! 😂😂😂
Funny story.. love the Vids you sent back to the bus...lolll I'm sure they were pissed....lollll
Absolutely brilliant!
Sounds like you had a slick way of getting a cute girl's number :)
Best story ever👏
Good one
😂😂🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻
OMG OMG OMG. Can anyone talk without using the fricking word "LIKE", geeeeez! Come on....
Oh I know! It made me cringe
Hilarious story.
Dead 💀 😂
Pretty complicated way to get a girl's number
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True Type A's DGAF who knows them and who doesn't. Let's not get that fact twisted. But definitely a great segment, nonetheless.