I
have something important to say, something that most of you won't
believe. Before I get to it, I will certify that I have not suffered
a head injury, nor am I intoxicated, senile or crazy. My husband had
me tested.
Well,
here goes...I want Jeff Gordon to win the NASCAR Championship
this year. Yep, that's right. The 24 car. You might
remember that as rabid and passionate Dale Earnhardt fan, I long ago
declared Jeffie my mortal enemy. Anyone but 24. I know pigs are
flying, and hell is most likely under a freeze warning.
Things
have changed, namely NASCAR itself. The nonsense of the Chase,
playoffs, or whatever they want to call it has made formerly
exciting races just a game. The rule manipulation and circus-like
atmosphere of the broadcasts is nearly unwatchable, and way too much
like reality TV.
Since
Dale Jr. is out, there is no one left in the top eight that I would
care to call a champion. Points don't matter, therefore no one
really earns the title. So I decided Jeff should take a last big
trophy to his retirement party.
