"Over There" in Ovalscreams today: NASCAR has everything to do with the military, but nothing to do with their sort of sacrifice for the nation.
If it's so damn hot out, how come the insides of things -- in the economy, the Gulf, the empty stands on the NASCAR circuit -- look like they're in a deep, deep freeze? An Ovalscreams rant.
Racin' through the Oval lens is strange enough, but a rant in verse? 'Tis true. Something about them thar hills of Pocono and the Tricky Triangle makes for a witchy Ovalscreams take on Sunday's Sunoco Red Cross Pennsylvania 500. Lest the notion of motion in poetry affright you, don't worry -- voluptuous couplets keep the reading round.
Over at Ovalscreams today, a 400-mile-round' rant on what it means to polish a racin' tradition 'til it shines like a blood diamond.
Rare indeed that the Double Aught of David Reutimann crosses the finish line first: but the rounded possibilities which spiral out of that event are endless. So goes the rant today over at Ovalscreams.
Tim Richmond won a rain-drenched Firecracker 400 at Daytona in 1986. If race tracks can be compared to swimming pools -- and oceans -- then his story is worth travelling round and down a passion for wet depths, depths which are now turning from blue to black. See "The Prince of Ovals and The Deep Blue Sea" over at Ovalscreams today. Be sure to pack your swim fins.
Dale Earnhardt Jr. limps into Michigan International Speedway for Sunday's Heluva Good! Sour Cream Dips 400 the way he won his last race two years ago at this track. What's up with Dale? And Detroit? And NASCAR? And things all over the country this crazy, dangerous, fouling summer? See the rant today over at Ovalscreams.
For a guy who swears he doesn't rely on luck to win championships, Jimmie Johnson has pointed the finger at bad luck for a lot of his recent misfortunes. Can you have one without the other? In today's post at Ovalscreams, JJ attempts to get back into the proper graces of Wynona, NASCAR's goddess of fortune, before his season disappears underwater.
On racin's longest day, a long drill down into the deep pockets of a sport where you'll find the dirtiest secret of all staring back from the vent. Recognize that mug? It's all there at Ovalscreams today. (Note: breezy readers beware.)