Daytona

Well, I got home last night hoping to watch the last hour of the Daytona 500 and sat down just in time to watch them throw the last yellow flag for rain and then call the race and give Matt Kenseth the win. Bunch of hooey, that was. You got lights and TV cameras and I have a six pack of beer, let's get this sucker ran. Geez, NASCAR is a shell of what it used to be. A commentor on this story made a good point when he said that this is supposed to be the Great American Race, NASCAR's Super Duper Bowl and they don't even bother finishing it.

Now I get to start my annual mourning for Rockingham. Instead of racing in the chilly sand hills of North Carolina NASCAR is heading out to the half-empty California track where they'll pretend the race is a success because it will attract "B" actors and get a mention in the Monday edition of the Los Angeles Times.