Nothing surprising about Earnhardt Jr.'s gift victory
There are a lot of folks out there who thought last week's Pepsi 400 at Daytona was rigged so Dale Earnhardt Jr. could win. What surprises me most about the hoopla is I think such on-track shenanigans go on all the time.
It's not because NASCAR officials wink when handing bigger restrictor plates to specific teams or that they ignore illegal components on certain cars or allow a race team or two to pass inspection with a spoiler that's a quarter-inch taller than permitted.
It's about respect for special competitors, and that goes on in all sports. Except for maybe the lower weight classes of kickboxing.
Last Saturday's race reminded me of what happened late in Mickey Mantle's career when 31-game winner Denny McLain of Detroit floated a lazy spinball into No. 7's happy zone, resulting in a homer in a one-sided Tigers victory. Mantle publicly acknowledged McLain's generosity, who was glad to oblige.
Or how about the way veteran defensive standouts such as ex-Bills end Bruce Smith give gentle sacks to elderly counterparts such as Dan Marino or John Elway, whereas some rookie quarterback is more likely to find his helmet turned sideways after getting hit.
Remember Cal Ripken Jr.'s attack on Lou Gehrig's consecutive games record? What were the chances any pitcher was told to pitch high and tight to keep Ripken off the plate. He was in a protective cocoon in the batter's box, as much as he was at shortstop. Base runners helped him up after feeble attempts to break up double plays and probably were at the ready to administer emergency first aid.
So, getting to the point, sentimental favorite Earnhardt Jr. wasn't going to find much of an obstruction to victory provided he put forth the effort to earn his way to the front and win a race at the site his father died five months earlier.
It wouldn't be hard at all to get Junior there, either. At Daytona and Talladega, it's more important to have friends on the track than have the best car. And it seemed Junior had both during last week's race.
Here's where I really have a problem with NASCAR — and it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact I made a $10 wager on Michael Waltrip at 45-1 in Las Vegas the week before the race.
It's all this garbage about teammates and drivers in the same model cars linking up late in the events to ensure one of their buddies win.
Is there anyone out there who doesn't think either of the Earnhardts could have won the Daytona 500 in February? With the elder Earnhardt riding shotgun before his tragic accident and Earnhardt Jr. in Waltrip's trunk,
Waltrip was pushed to his first victory in 463 points races. He was the sentimental favorite to win in his first race for Dale Earnhardt Inc.
So, last week there wasn't any way in the world Waltrip was going to pass Junior in the final laps. I hope that made other people besides me sick.
But I should have known better.
Waltrip owed Junior in a big way, and acknowledged as much in post-race quotes, saying he was happy to push Junior home. I guess it was foolish of me to think otherwise.
DEI teammate Steve Park wouldn't have passed Junior either. Nor would Kevin Harvick, now driving Earnhardt's former car. These guys are either teammates of Junior or in the Richard Childress organization that employed his father. There's no telling who else was going to give Junior the right of way on this day.
If I could have scripted the race better from an excitement and drama standpoint, I would have put former Earnhardt Sr. teammate Mike Skinner on the rear bumper of Junior and watched with anticipation. Skinner has never won a points race and probably wouldn't have been sucked into any love-fest ending.
He also probably would have wrecked both cars. But that's not necessarily bad.
The best Daytona 500 in my memory was the fabled 1979 race when Donnie Allison and Cale Yarborough, racing one-two, banged doors repeatedly on the last lap before wrecking each other and watching Richard Petty hustle by for the victory by one car length over Darrell Waltrip, Michael's older brother.
Allison, joined by brother Bobby, and Yarborough then had their infamous infield brouhaha while Petty celebrated.
I say Winston Cup needs more of that spontaneous combustion instead of drivers grooving a fastball so a sentimental favorite can win. That only tarnishes the accomplishments of the victors.
This week everyone is in Chicago to indoctrinate one of two new tracks on the circuit this season, the other being Kansas City. I'm picking Matt Kenseth to win. He grew up in Wisconsin and probably will be the favored child this week.
It's not because NASCAR officials wink when handing bigger restrictor plates to specific teams or that they ignore illegal components on certain cars or allow a race team or two to pass inspection with a spoiler that's a quarter-inch taller than permitted.
It's about respect for special competitors, and that goes on in all sports. Except for maybe the lower weight classes of kickboxing.
Last Saturday's race reminded me of what happened late in Mickey Mantle's career when 31-game winner Denny McLain of Detroit floated a lazy spinball into No. 7's happy zone, resulting in a homer in a one-sided Tigers victory. Mantle publicly acknowledged McLain's generosity, who was glad to oblige.
Or how about the way veteran defensive standouts such as ex-Bills end Bruce Smith give gentle sacks to elderly counterparts such as Dan Marino or John Elway, whereas some rookie quarterback is more likely to find his helmet turned sideways after getting hit.
Remember Cal Ripken Jr.'s attack on Lou Gehrig's consecutive games record? What were the chances any pitcher was told to pitch high and tight to keep Ripken off the plate. He was in a protective cocoon in the batter's box, as much as he was at shortstop. Base runners helped him up after feeble attempts to break up double plays and probably were at the ready to administer emergency first aid.
So, getting to the point, sentimental favorite Earnhardt Jr. wasn't going to find much of an obstruction to victory provided he put forth the effort to earn his way to the front and win a race at the site his father died five months earlier.
It wouldn't be hard at all to get Junior there, either. At Daytona and Talladega, it's more important to have friends on the track than have the best car. And it seemed Junior had both during last week's race.
Here's where I really have a problem with NASCAR — and it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact I made a $10 wager on Michael Waltrip at 45-1 in Las Vegas the week before the race.
It's all this garbage about teammates and drivers in the same model cars linking up late in the events to ensure one of their buddies win.
Is there anyone out there who doesn't think either of the Earnhardts could have won the Daytona 500 in February? With the elder Earnhardt riding shotgun before his tragic accident and Earnhardt Jr. in Waltrip's trunk,
Waltrip was pushed to his first victory in 463 points races. He was the sentimental favorite to win in his first race for Dale Earnhardt Inc.
So, last week there wasn't any way in the world Waltrip was going to pass Junior in the final laps. I hope that made other people besides me sick.
But I should have known better.
Waltrip owed Junior in a big way, and acknowledged as much in post-race quotes, saying he was happy to push Junior home. I guess it was foolish of me to think otherwise.
DEI teammate Steve Park wouldn't have passed Junior either. Nor would Kevin Harvick, now driving Earnhardt's former car. These guys are either teammates of Junior or in the Richard Childress organization that employed his father. There's no telling who else was going to give Junior the right of way on this day.
If I could have scripted the race better from an excitement and drama standpoint, I would have put former Earnhardt Sr. teammate Mike Skinner on the rear bumper of Junior and watched with anticipation. Skinner has never won a points race and probably wouldn't have been sucked into any love-fest ending.
He also probably would have wrecked both cars. But that's not necessarily bad.
The best Daytona 500 in my memory was the fabled 1979 race when Donnie Allison and Cale Yarborough, racing one-two, banged doors repeatedly on the last lap before wrecking each other and watching Richard Petty hustle by for the victory by one car length over Darrell Waltrip, Michael's older brother.
Allison, joined by brother Bobby, and Yarborough then had their infamous infield brouhaha while Petty celebrated.
I say Winston Cup needs more of that spontaneous combustion instead of drivers grooving a fastball so a sentimental favorite can win. That only tarnishes the accomplishments of the victors.
This week everyone is in Chicago to indoctrinate one of two new tracks on the circuit this season, the other being Kansas City. I'm picking Matt Kenseth to win. He grew up in Wisconsin and probably will be the favored child this week.
