Okay, it is time to start whining. Bristol usually gives us a good show, and last Sunday it was great. Fontana usually does not, and it is next on our dance card. Maybe it is best to dwell on what was than on what could soon be.
Denny Hamlin punts Joey Logano on the track, Logano tries to punt Hamlin off of it. The crews get involved, folks get pushed. Oh, the humanity! I’m trying to like Denny for telling NASCAR he won’t pay a $25,000 fine, even though we know he will pay it one way or another. Joey, well he has never been my cup of tea, either. Give each of them some style points for trying to add to the day’s excitement.
Danica did nothing at Bristol. Mike Bliss did less than nothing. Tony got a rub then a bang, as his day was in the crapper early. Jeff Gordon had the lead, then the wall, then a whole bunch of Matt Kenseth up his tail pipe.
Kasey Kahne finally got off and running with about five to go, taking the win after putting some distance on the quartet of Rowdy, Keselowski, Kurt, and Clint battling it out for runner-up. Hey, Junior finished sixth, which was a popular result for NASCAR’s most popular.
Jimmie and Denny finished outside the top twenty, while Joe Nemechek started the race and once again finished the race. You don’t have to be good to be out there, but you do have to try. Mr. Bliss, three laps does not a try make.
That brings us back to this weekend. I think I have seen one race, one, that proved somewhat entertaining on that California track just east of Los Angeles en route to San Bernadino. Since the brother-in-law’s family moved to that vicinity there is always the chance we might make a NASCAR week out of it one day. Maybe with this new car a new era might be about to dawn where the sun sets a bit later than anywhere else, except for Sonoma. Maybe.
Still, it has something going for it. As I head out in a few minutes to shovel that foot of snow off of my driveway, I’m sure that something will come to me. Enjoy the week.
