I agree that crew members should not be smacking drivers, but c’mon NASCAR, a $25,000 fine to a crew member is a helluva stiffer penalty than a $25,000 fine to a driver. That kind of a fine for a driver might be 1% or less of his annual income. For a crew member-and I am going guessing on the amount based on working an incredible number of hours-that might be 25% or more of his annual income. Even sending a message, those numbers aren’t fair. Oh, and I am not talking about the crew chiefs-they make a lot more than the average crew member.
I like Jeff Gordon, but I think he should pay all the fines of the crew members involved. Well, except for the crew member from his own team that must have hit Gordon. Gordon had a bloody lip and not one member of the Keselowski crew was fined, so they must not have thrown a punch-meaning Gordon had to be hit by someone on a Hendrick crew. For those of you who don’t know me, that is me being ironic, sarcastic.
According to Denny Hamlin, the consensus among drivers is that the hole Keselowski decided to plow through on Sunday was not wide enough to get through without hitting Gordon. Also according to Hamlin, the consensus among drivers is they do not respect Keselowski, mainly because he shows no remorse over his actions. Even once hearing “I blew it, I’m sorry” from Keselowski would gain him some respect. And I like Denny Hamlin more now than I did before reading his opinions on the driver of the #2 car.
Despite odds of only 258,890,850 to 1, I did not win the MegaMillions lottery. Someone else did last night. There goes my big trip to Florida in February. I planned on taking all my racing buddies to take in some dirt track racing at Volusia Speedway Park and to watch the NASCAR Sprint Cup races at Daytona. Looks like I’ll be spending a cold, cold winter in the nation’s heartland instead. Well, there’s always the Powerball drawing. My odds of winning the $178,000,000 drawing tonight are a lot better than the MegaMillions drawing anyway-only 175,223,510 to 1. Maybe I’ll make it to a NASCAR race someday.
When I sat down to read the Omaha World-Herald this morning I noticed a packet of photos of my three year old grandson on the table by my chair. No matter all my aches and pains, no matter what the election results, one look at the smiling face of that little boy and my world isn’t too bad at all. ‘Grandpa’ is the best gig I ever had.
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