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Sorry this is so late! It was crazy busy at work today people…you have no idea!

So Bristol- I can see that the new racing surface did change the personality of the track.  I don’t know if it was that the drivers were unfamiliar with the track refacing so that they were being more tentative or if this is just the new Bristol…but I too found the race to be less bumping and grinding- which I admit was always my favorite part of that race.  The bumping/grinding just made it more exciting.  Not to say there wasn’t any bumping/grinding– there was …just not enough for my  tastes.

That being said…I was glad to see Carl Edwards win. I love me a good backflip…it is almost as good as the fence climb of Tony Stewart. Although it would have been great if Kasey Kahne could have won- being winless and all.  He did finish well – which is good.

Now did you all see Tony make that amazing come back towards the end. I think if the race had been about 20 laps longer-he would have been right there- even after starting so far back in the field.

First the Fill-in:

1. I see the write post screen of my blog dashboard.
2. I hear the fan whirring behind me.
3. I touch the keys on my keyboard.
4. I taste oatmeal cookies…yum!.
5. I smell my co-workers lotion- banana!.
6. I sense I am about to sneeze (and guess what…I was right).
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to chatting with bfm, tomorrow my plans include working from 9-3 then rushing home to watch the race and Sunday, I want to sleep in!!

Open for the MI-5 Back To School Edition!

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It’s only 8:27 am

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It’s only 8:27 am- meaning I have been here for exactly 27 minutes officially and I have already have a customer call me, bitch me out for something that is NOT my fault…and then yell THIS IS BULLSHIT in my ear and hang up on me when I am in the middle of trying to help her.  Hope you are having a better day than me!

So I am leaving for Vegas in just over a week. Here is the usual call for guest posters…if you are interested drop me a line or comment and I will get you set up before I leave. Usual suspects ETS, Chrissy and Bill will have posting rights so they don’t need to volunteer.

The Number 8 Debate

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You can probably tell by my blogskin that I am a Tony Stewart fan…plus I tend to discuss him a lot on here because he is HOT! a great racer! But it goes without saying that I am not just a Tony fan…there are lots of other drivers I root for too. Probably right there next to Tony is Dale Earnhardt Jr (also HOT! a great racer!).

I have been following the whole Dale Jr leaving D.E.I. debacle with interest (I admit that my main interest and focus was that I was hoping he would join JGR to be Tony Stewart’s teammate…that would be my dream raceteam but I am definitely digressing). Some fans are pissed he is leaving D.E.I and some said they will follow him where ever he went (he ended up with Hendricks Motorsports). What cracks me up about that debate is that some people don’t realize that Dale Earnhardt was driving for Richard Childress not D.E.I at the height of his career.

Then there is the whole fight over the number 8. Most of the people who read my blog are NOT NASCAR FANS…so they probably don’t understand why a driver would want to fight over a silly number painted on the side of a loud, fast car. Well first off there is all the marketing already revolving around Dale Jr and the number 8. People doesn’t understand this but it isn’t just any old number 8. When they are talking about the number…they mean the number, the number style- including the font, the shading, the coloration- everthing. Weird huh? Unfortunately I can see both sides of this fight.

Dale wants #8 because…first off, it is familiar with his fan base. For most NASCAR/JR fans…DALE JR = 8. He has raced #8 since he was a rookie in the cup series. No to mention the book he and Jade Gurss wrote about his rookie year: Driver #8. More over, the number has familial legacy. His grandfather Ralph Earnhardt drove a number 8 as did his father for a time early in his career. And while Dale has made it very clear that he is not his father and does not race like his father…that he wants to be his “own person” in racing (something I COMPLETELY understand) I am sure that having that tie means a lot to him.

D.E.I wants #8 because…of the familial legacy. D.E.I. has been founded on the legacy left by Dale Earnhardt Senior and D.E.I is riding that legacy. Also- D.E.I. tried to bargain to retain some licensing control over merchandise….so they are also in it for the money. Plus I am sure that some of the retaining of the #8 has just a little bit to do with the fact that Dale choose to severe his relations with D.E.I. at the end of his contract.

I can total see Dale wanting to take something familiar with him- for his fans and himself. However I understand (do not read that as agree…because I do not necessarily agree) the D.E.I position as well.

What cracks me up the most? Is the TEAMS do not own the numbers- NASCAR does. And technically- NASCAR could jump in and say “HEY – the number goes with Dale Jr” however I know that they will not do such a thing. It isn’t in the best interest of NASCAR.

Personally…I am excited to see what Dale Jr comes up with for next year. I have a feeling that he will come up with something great. And for those who have #8 inked…just think of the cool tat addition you could get if he ends up with something like #81 or #83. Should we start a friendly pool? What the number will be? Who the sponsor will be??

Usually I would be writing to you today about the race from Sunday…which this weekend happened to be in Michigan.  Ahh but no it is rain delayed.  So I set my dvr to record for the rain delayed time of 12:00 ET (9:00 am our time)….but it has been FURTHER delayed…and will probably be starting at 12:00 my time…which means I am going to miss it because my DVR is stupid and doesn’t understand rain delays.

Why doesn’t NASCAR run rain tires again????

Chrissy does lyrics sometimes…and I am feeling a little unoriginal today…and can’t write about the race because…Rained Out!! This is a song I have been listening to a lot recently. Who doesn’t love this song…By Garth Brooks:

Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to know
The last one to show
I was the last one
You thought you’d see there
And I saw the surprise
And the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you
Said, honey, we may be through
But you’ll never hear me complain

‘Cause I’ve got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I’ll be okay
I’m not big on social graces
Think I’ll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I’ve got friends in low places

Well, I guess I was wrong
I just don’t belong
But then, I’ve been there before
Everything’s all right
I’ll just say goodnight
And I’ll show myself to the door
Hey, I didn’t mean
To cause a big scene
Just give me an hour and then
Well, I’ll be as high
As that ivory tower
That you’re livin’ in

‘Cause I’ve got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I’ll be okay
I’m not big on social graces
Think I’ll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I’ve got friends in low places

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My Signs Moment

While cleaning my office the other day it suddenly dawned on my that I must be channeling character Bo Hess (played by the talented Abigail Breslin) because I had three open, partially used bottles of water sitting on my desk. Yes they were all in various states of “fullness” but only one LESS than half full. I also had an iced venti starbucks cup half filled with melting ice (from my iced tea…which was gone) sitting there sans lid. Apparently I am expecting water-fearing aliens to attack. If I spot crop circles in the quad or hear weird clicking noises through my computer speakers I am making myself a tinfoil hat and hiding in the closet with my ipod (unfortunately the large screen tv in the lobby won’t fit in the closet).

My Days of Thunder Moment

I have two options when driving to work. Option One is through the fields, over the river on a road that is accident ridden, only one lane going each way and often riddled not only with commute traffic but tractor traffic. Tractor traffic equals slow traffic. Sometimes there is also school bus traffic to contend with. This is NOT my preferred methond. Option Two is through fields over the river on a mostly one lane each way road (that does branch out into two lanes each way just over half way), while there is still tractor traffic it is less frequent. Also this way is less traveled and more curvy. This is usually my preferred method. However they have narrowed the two lanes each way (which were separated by a big center median full off sand and dead grass) down to a one-lane each way, no medium, concrete barricade on one-side, cliff on the other side, cone-zone while they are working on a housing project on the other side of the road. Because of the construction they have slowed the speed limit from 65 to 35. Well I was going to work the other day and I mistakenly went this way (I now go the other way because I feel the cone-zone is dangerous) and this ass in a white toyota tundra is UP MY TAILPIPE the whole way through the cone-zone which I was going 45 (remember the speed limit is 35) because I was afraid if I went any slower he would actually try climbing over my Rav. When it widened back out into two lanes I sped up to the speed limit and he sped up to way beyond the speed limit and slung by me. pausing only long enough to give me the finger. So a couple lights later though? I am right behind him. It was everything I could do not to tap his bumper and wave and say “Remember me?” ala Cole Trickle (only with less “rubbin’”) and Rowdy burns during the Daytona (I think- it is been a long time). Although if Nicole Kidman ends up in my passenger seat yelling “Let me outta the car Cole! Let me outta the car!” on my way home she may just find herself stranded in a lettuce field.

My Underdog Moment

Talk about timing. I was sitting in the living room. Roxy was ready to eat..it was probably about quarter to five or five in the evening. When she wants her dinner she will come up to you and sit on your foot. Then if you ignore her she will stand on her back legs with her paws on your knees (or chest if you are leaning forward) and yawn vigorously and make a noise that isn’t quite whining but not barking either then she will stare you down intently until you relent to give her her dinner. While she was staring intently the underdog commercial came on that said GIVE THE DOG YOUR FOOD….which I am sure was exactly what Roxy was thinking.