In Too Deep

Yesterday’s departure of GM’s CEO Rick Wagoner at the White House’s (ahem) “suggestion” serves as a reminder to all how painfully fragile is much of NASCAR’s financial foundation.  I wrote about the move itself and its implications in Goldfish and Clowns yesterday, so there’s no need to repeat all that.  I didn’t touch on the NASCAR . . . → Read More: In Too Deep

The Will To Win

I once heard the famed boxing journalist Burt Sugar say the sport he covered was the only one in which one opponent can physically impose their will on the other. Perhaps. Then again, had he watched today’s Martinsville Sprint Cup race, he might add NASCAR to the list.

Jimmie Johnson is the Michael Jordan-era Chicago . . . → Read More: The Will To Win

Dogged Clip

This weekend, while the claims jumpers take a nap the Cupsters and truckers take their turn at The House That Jesse Jones Didn’t Build But Might As Well Have; i.e. Martinsville.

Martinsville is the quintessential NASCAR track, even more so than Bristol.  While the Thunder Valley terrordome is in essence a freak, Martinsville is far more pastoral; . . . → Read More: Dogged Clip

Listen To What The Man Said

Rick Hendrick owns dozens of car dealerships selling all makes and models of cars, new and used.  Apparently none of them has a bus on their lot, which explains why he never throws anybody under one.  Thus it is no surprise he’s spoken up about the most fiercely raging debate in NASCAR this side of Digger, . . . → Read More: Listen To What The Man Said

This Doesn’t Have Anything To Do With NASCAR, But I’m Sharing It Anyway…

… because it does have to do with this blog.

I’ve mentioned on occasion that I first started blogging about NASCAR in August of 2003.  I’ve saved all my posts from the first one onward, with the idea of perhaps eventually reposting them all here.  Even the really stupid and embarrassing ones.  I’m not much for revisionist . . . → Read More: This Doesn’t Have Anything To Do With NASCAR, But I’m Sharing It Anyway…

Bristol Haiku

Bristol race is here
Joy and anticipation
Short track action now

Martin on the pole
Beloved veteran will try
To end his bad luck

Green flag it now flies
Brightly colored cars around
Sometimes too much so

Occasional spin
Bump bump get out of my way
Tempers start to rise

Kyle Busch is fast
Snickers bar with steel plate look
Best of all the field

Little drama here
Shrub too good for . . . → Read More: Bristol Haiku

The Cause To Smile

(This is also posted on Goldfish And Clowns.)

Matt Humphrey of the Orlando Sentinel posted on his blog a short while ago some thoughts about running across a picture of Marty Robbins in his race car.  Matt’s a young’un who knows his NASCAR and music history, as he demonstrates with his warm appreciations of Robbins as both . . . → Read More: The Cause To Smile

God’s Not Dead (And Neither Am I)

Been working on the book and GAC too much to come up with anything for this place.  But take heart, DD lovers and haters (blowing kisses at John Daly and Jayski).  The book is nearing completion — no, really, honest! — and once it’s done I plan on getting back into the habit of posting here . . . → Read More: God’s Not Dead (And Neither Am I)

Some Days Are Blue Deuce Diamonds

Yesterday’s Atlanta Cup race wasn’t much of a race, really.  It has its moments, but overall it was single car domination from start to finish.  There was, however, one remarkable aspect:

Which car did the dominating.

While his brother has been gathering wins and headlines by the basketful Kurt Busch has been threatening to become the forgotten champion.  . . . → Read More: Some Days Are Blue Deuce Diamonds

Support Your Local Twit… Er, Twitterer

For the most part, the Great NASCAR Blogger/Journalist War of recent years seems to have wound down.  There’s still the occasional skirmish, and twats like John Daly continue their shouting into the wind for having the temerity to blow without first seeking their permission.  Overall, though, things have calmed down considerably.

A lot of this is due . . . → Read More: Support Your Local Twit… Er, Twitterer