Later this evening
In preparation for his upcoming race, CanadianBacon heads off to the top secret IKEA workshop, just off route 7 past Wendy's on the right, where, equipped with only his personalized Allen wrench set and 2 gallons of maple syrup, he sets to work building up his machine.
Cue the music
Across town at IKEA headquarters, RickFlair1 reviews the course route and driver list. He was cautiously optimistic and glancing out the window with a wry smirk, he hatched a plan.
Its motivation the team needs...yes, but where to find it?
He paced between his Poang chair and Billy bookcase, each piece wonderfully executed with style at minimum cost and nothing came to mind. He had ideas, yet none of them good. He paused for a moment and decided on a drink. In the darkness that was 2:00AM, a stumbling RickFlair1 mistook the sofa table for empty space.
Seconds later, the TV was on. While dislodging the remote from beneath him, Rick turned to notice the common sights and sounds of ESPN, his last channel watched. Without an idea still he gathered himself and headed for the elusive kitchen in search of drink.
"Coming up next on Sports Center, why are the Colts willing to hire on a man with baggage fit for a lunar expedition?"
In an instance, RickFlair1 stopped and scrambled for a pen. Leaning over the edge of the bar, he jotted down 5 letters.
W.W.J.T.D.
What Would Jim Tressel Do?
The answer was simple....devious recruitment. Time however was not on his side, so he hatched a previously inconceivable thought and one hour later had this,