Rasty Frog

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Baseball

— oh Australia...

In the high marble hall there was a dull hum - young men dressed in identical red cassocks, talking in whispers, as if afraid of frightening their own fate. For the first time among them - Kimi Antonelli. Today he was going to the cardinals of the Pope of Rome, and the fabric of his mantle seemed heavier than yesterday.

Toto stopped a little to the side, watching. His gaze slid over the young faces - tense, proud, a little scared. And suddenly he noticed a familiar profile.

Kimi.

He immediately saw the elder - Torger Cholfo. A barely noticeable, calm smile appeared at the corners of his lips. Without haste, almost playfully, he lifted the edge of the red fabric, as if checking the folds ... and opened the shiny patent leather shoe that caught the light under the dome.

It was a gesture - quiet, confident, a little defiant.

Toto exhaled. This boy is leading him and playing with him. And this gesture... a total temptation in the holy house...

Alonso & Schumacher

Valentine's Day

-you will always be my ocean

Nascar spares no one

Formula 1 didn’t break Kimi — it drained him. Every meeting, every “you can’t do that,” every hateful headline polished his anger until it became pure. When he said he was leaving, the paddock thought it was emotions, a youthful outburst. But Toto didn’t think that.

He tried to talk him out of it. Calmly, with better offers, like an adult — maybe more than just an adult. He spoke about the future, about reputation, about how F1 is the pinnacle. Kimi listened in silence, his gaze empty, and finally said only:

— I’m already not here. The very thought of staying makes me sick.

Toto agreed to become his sponsor. Not out of pity — out of instinct, out of care, out of not wanting to abandon the kid. He saw that Antonelli wouldn’t disappear — he would be reborn.

NASCAR was a brutal sport. There were no elegant banquets here, no forced smiles. There was no room for diplomacy.

Kimi learned the rules fast — and even faster learned how to break them without technically breaking them. He stopped being a boy. He became pressure. He became a factor of fear.

A few seasons later, Toto was watching and listening to a completely different Andrea.

Kimi didn’t ask — he set conditions, sometimes flashing his teeth. Cigarettes became his second air; the way he slammed the car into the pit stop with harsh, violent movements was unsettling. His name weighed more than logos. His style dictated the pace. His arrival changed the schedule. On track, he was a problem for everyone.

No mercy. No feelings. Dark, precise, grown. A demon that Formula 1 couldn’t endure — and one NASCAR could no longer ignore.

Nothing like a panther tattoo on your thighs... This is the best I've ever seen. Nico is beautiful⛸️

Hockey players vs. speed skaters