Daytona 500
Well, it took a while but we here at TL East finally climbed out of our pit of despair. You see, we’ve been fans of NASCAR since the tender age of 12, that wonderful, just-slightly prepubescent age when we first understood that guys who drive fast cars and pretty blonde girls with big Hooters might have something to do with one another. Hey, Alan Kulwicki won the championship that year, and the next year my father took me, and my entire family, to a Hooters restaurant in
In my youth I had a fondness for sports teams with color schemes I cared for. I don’t think that had anything to do with reason, or rationality, or anything else a thinking, self-conscious human might use to determine their sports heroes. For Christ sakes, I cried in 1984 because the San Diego Padres lost to the Detroit Tigers, just because I liked the look of their visitor’s uniforms. My only memories of that game are of the tears in my eyes that welled up looking at the Padres’ manager slumped in his dugout after Kirk Gibson hit the series clenching homer, and of my father (a young man at the time) running madly around our house in Kansas City, waving a Tigers Pennant and gyrating as though the Soviet Union had fallen. Little did I know how ashamed of myself I’d feel about my reaction after moving to
Mark Martin was only marginally associated with
As the 2007 season took hold this year the semi-bombshell dropped that Mark Martin would drive for Ginn Racing, and not for Roush for the first time in nearly two decades. At 48 years old, Mark has said he’d like to race a reduced schedule, and have the opportunity to mentor younger drivers. While racing for Ginn affords him this opportunity, I think Mark also wanted to ride a Chevy around Daytona for once (20 wins to Ford’s 10 all-time, and 14-of-18 from 2006-1989). In the final laps, his Monte Carlo SS had a chance to win the race that had eluded him for so long.
I was stuck at TL East’s current home base, watching the race with my Mom while trying to not show the repercussions one feels from drinking a 12-pack of
Two laps remained before my all-time favorite driver might win the fiiiiivvvvvve-hunnnnnnnnnerd. All seemed well until the pack screamed out of turn four on lap 200. Mark was lined up on the low line and Harvick was bouncing off of the wall (his words). What happened next ruined my night, and certainly made a lot of NASCAR fans wonder what they might need to do to get into heaven (seeing as one of the most pious, yet unostentatious drivers on the circuit lost the race). The #29 Shell car beat the #01 Army car to the line by .02 seconds as Kyle Busch, Matt Kenseth and a crapload of other people ended sliding across the finish line with something other than their front fender. A lot of self-proclaimed experts have said NASCAR neglected its own rulebook when it let Harvick and Martin race to the line. As much as I wish Martin would win, I’m glad that the winner was determined under green. I know he agrees. Like Mark says, “Nobody wants to see a grown man cry.”
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