
My NASCAR Day
My long time friend, Lt. Col Scott A. Downey [USA - Ret] was unable to attent the Friday and Saturday events at Texas Motor Speedway this weekend and entrusted me with his tickets. I was able to give the Friday truck race tickets to one of my co-workers and Jennifer and I set out for the Saturday Nationwide Series Race.
The first problem, of course, is that the race is set to start at 1130 a.m. - about half an hour after I usually get up for the day. But I was excited about the adventure of my first trip out to the Speedway and hopped up at 730 and we were on the road at 830. We opted to take the Fort Worth T Park and Ride so the driving would be someone else's headache. I think it was a good call because after the race I was so tired and sore from walking that I could not really handle some nice post event road rage. By the time we got back to the parking lot I was mostly calmed, although a headache had popped up. And since I KNEW I didn't want to try getting back on I 35, we scooted back to Casa de Chaz by taking Jacksboro Highway / Henderson St. back into downtown. A Heineken at the casa and I was O-U-T out for a long nap.
So we got to the Speedway about 930 and we walked what I guess I would call the midway for about 45 minutes. This is the rows of sunglasses huts, scanner renters, sponsor booths and the driver merchandise trailers. Lots and lots of NASCAR folks here - lots of Junior lovers, Jeff Gordon folks and a few Smoke fans. Jenn and I each got a Tony Stewart cap and I got the program package. We could hear the Sprint Cup practice going on, so we headed for our seats.
Scott's suite - and just what the heck are we paying Army officers these days, cause this place was sweet - was as far from the parking lot as you could get and still be on TMS property. I mean we were way down at turn number four with the start/finish off to our right. Scott's seats are front row in the suite though. Suites are a cool deal too - they had barbeque and fried chicken and sodas and water and cookies - all gratis! There are TVs and the broadcast is piped in so you can see replays and pit stops and stuff. We watched about half an hour of practice - the color scheme for Montoya's 42 sucks eggs. The introductions and everything are piped in... we could see the portable grandstand but not really anything going on over there. The colrs and a moment of silence for our fallen at Fort Hood, the National Anthem and it's "Let's go racin'" time!
The race - well it was a foregone conclusion by about lap 50. It wasn't EVEN close. I berated Lt. Col. Downey for leaving early the year Carl Edwards just smoked everybody from the get go, but I see why he would. Kyle Busch was driving this race like he had a date with Jessica Simpson in Dallas at 230 - he was just driving the wheels off! He was lapping people 20 laps in. It was like everyone else was driving '75 Monte Carlos out there and he had a 2009 Mustang. The analogy I came up with is this: Imagine you're a fighter pilot over Germany in 1944, a fighter ace in your P-51 Mustang and you are the hot shit in the skies - then an ME-262 jet goes screaming through your formation and you go "WHATTHEFUCKWAZAT?!?!?"
Still, I had a good time watching the race. But this was the Nationwide race. There were a lot of empty seats in grandstands and suites and in the parking lot and it was still a LOT of people. I looked at the crowd as we were booking back across the midway to the buses and said "Imagine tomorrow when there's three times as many people!"
Thanks Scott - I though I owed you a dinner when I got the tickets, but I'm not sure what I owe you now. Although you got me into this cockamamie NASCAR thing doing the fantasy league - we'll not talk about this year's standing, right? A thousand GRACIAS, senor, hope to see you very very soon!