Written by Monte Dutton Fri, 2018-07-13 13:42
It was roughly the wackiest race ever that wasn’t a cartoon, but at least a new guy won.
Not Professor Pat Pending. Or Dick Dastardly. Or Penelope Pitstop. Muttley might have been driving No. 17.
Erik Jones survived, escaped and won the Coke Zero Sugar 400 at Daytona International Speedway on the seventh night of July, and a bigger bunch of lunatics never raced the halls of an asylum.
Written by Monte Dutton Fri, 2018-07-06 13:43
Junior got himself a great race to make his telecasting debut.
“Earnhardt. Dale Earnhardt Jr.” It’s a Southern-friend take on “Bond. James Bond.” Not a vodka martini, “shaken, not stirred,” but in the timeless voice of Harry Caray, “a nice, cold Budweiser!”
Dale Earnhardt Sr. (man, he hated being called Senior) never a met a man he didn’t initially distrust. His son is a citizen of the world, as disarming with a prince as a pauper. Another difference is that Junior is unafraid of being himself, while Senior couldn’t be anyone else.
Written by Monte Dutton Thu, 2018-06-28 09:08
Given the prosperity of a NASCAR team based in Denver, Colorado, it’s not nearly as outrageous to buy a jar of salsa made in, uh, New York City!
I assume you’ve seen the commercials.
Given the success of Barney Visser’s Furniture Row team, and how it turns upside down what most other turns have learned over the past two decades, I can’t help but wonder if the Pettys now wish they’d never left Level Cross, the Wood Brothers Stuart, and the Elliotts Dawsonville.
Written by Monte Dutton Thu, 2018-06-21 08:37
I was sort of amazed NASCAR held no Monster Energy Cup race on Father’s Day weekend, which has always been considered a prime spot. I figured it out. TV calls the shots, I suspect, and Fox owned the rights to both the United States Open golf tournament and the World Cup, and it had little programming room, especially since NASCAR races are sometimes prone to rain delays.
Of course, I watched the Truck and Xfinity races in Iowa, where, since they built it, people used to come. They hoped their support would draw a Cup race. It didn’t. Their civic enthusiasm waned, and now they don’t come anymore, by and large.
So I watched a good bit of the Open and the World Cup. The golf tournament featured that sport’s equivalent of many crashes. I decided on Saturday that Brooks Koepka was likely to win because he seemed to have more sense and composure than anyone else.