As much of a Papa John fan as I am, going all the way back to the Wendy's days, and only being a couple of years younger, hate to say it, but last year was a wake up call.
John has built the 'Next Generation' (Star Trek much?) he's been on his head and on fire more than I care to think about. But, a Fifty-mumble-mumble year old body doesn't heal like a 40 year old body. Having the butterflies ripped out of your hands as the car is breaking in half under your thighs just might be 'someone's' way of telling you He's has other things in Mind for you.
We call you 'Superman', but a much as we love and respect you John, you're not. You're the Father of Four Beautiful Daughters, a wonderful and charming granddaughter, you've have one heck of a son-in-law, and soon to be another.
I'd love for you to Walk Ashley down the isle, then Brit, then Courtney.
If you drive and win a 15th, will that be enough? Is it ever going to be enough? You mean as much to the Sport outside the car as you do inside. Your 'Force-isms' are worth as much as any record you've set, and I for one am happy that you 'Saw Elvis at 1000 feet' instead of over peanut butter sandwiches last September.
It's your choice Papa John, do what you must. I'm just glad you are here to listen to my opinion...
Robert, Phil, Alan R., please pass this onto the man.
Thanks
Karl