Boy, was I wrong?!

I wrote a story for The News-Sentinel’s preview to Sunday’s Allstate 400 at the Brickyard, and in that story I considered that slower speeds and conserving tires might just make for more exciting racing at Indy. Well, let’s just say that line of reasoning didn’t quite work out the way I envisioned.

The race was bad, and when I say bad I mean I would rather have watched a day-long marathon of “The Girls Next Door.” OK, I won’t go that far, considering I’ve never been able to watch more than about two minutes worth of that garbage without wishing those girls would meet up with the local Derby Girls on the roller rink to get a slap of reality. Now, I’d watch that. I’m sure the 250,000 fans, give or take, who were at Indy might be thinking the same thing right now after Sunday’s Debacle at the Brickyard. Well, maybe not Jimmie Johnson’s fans. He did win after all, but even he said it was a long day.

On a side note, as I ran down Pit Road shooting photos of Rick Hendrick and Johnson’s team celebrating, I had to chuckle when Johnson did a burnout because it only took about 45 seconds until he blew up what was left of one of his tires. There was a pop loud enough to hear through my race headphones, and when the smoke cleared his crew laughed and pointed at the pieces of steel belting that littered the track.

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