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Trevor Bayne got one helluva birthday present. Starting from the 16th row in only his second NASCAR Sprint Cup race, the 20-year-old won the 2011 Daytona 500. With only partial funding, Bayne expected to run less than half the schedule for NASCAR legends, the Wood Brothers, a team which had fallen on hard times. This win will certainly bring new sponsorship for a full season.
Fox broadcaster and former Daytona 500 winner Darrell Waltrip asked young Bayne to hold out his hand prior to the race. "Are you nervous?" Trevor held his hand steady and said, "No, sir." During the coverage, Waltrip, a lay preacher, had nothing but praise for the polite young man, mentioning more than once that Bayne had led his team in private prayer in addition to the public invocation which preceded the race.
His driving skill was tacitly acknowledged by many veteran drivers during the race when they paired up with him in drafting tandems. Because of the new spoiler and repaving of the Daytona track, teams found they ran significantly faster in pairs for a few laps, followed by a do-si-do to trade places in order to cool the radiator of the second car.
The day began on a somber note as the stadium went quiet for Lap 3, in tribute to Dale Earnhardt, driver of the #3, who died in the 2001 Daytona 500 blocking for Michael Waltrip and his son, Dale Jr. The crowd stood in silence and the P.A. and broadcasting crews went quiet as everyone held their right hand aloft displaying three fingers in salute to "The Intimidator." Following his death, NASCAR incorporated numerous safety measures including moving the driver seat nearly a foot towards the center of the car, an improved seat harness, helmet tether and installation of Steel And Foam Energy Reduction barriers at many of the tracks.
These safety measures paid off. In a race marred by a record 16 cautions, including at least half a dozen which appeared as serious as the one which killed Earnhardt, all 43 drivers walked away without a Band-Aid. In a crash eerily similar to the one which killed his father on the final lap of the 2001 race, Dale Junior slammed into the wall on the 205th lap.
After winning the Pole, Junior was forced to start the race at the back of the pack when his qualifying car crashed in practice on Wednesday and he was forced to drive his back-up. He quickly gained back the lost positions, contending after just twenty laps. Junior led nine laps and stayed within a handful of car-lengths from the lead on the restart at lap 202, but his attempt at a storybook finish evaporated after he was forced to pit during the 15th caution due to a flat left rear tire.
In the restart after the wreckage of Junior's 88 National Guard Chevy was cleaned up, 2000 Daytona 500 winner Bobby Labonte lined up behind Bayne for a Green-White-Checker three-lap finish. High atop the grandstand, their spotters agreed to the partnership during the caution, but once the White flag came out, all bets are off. Taking the outside line, Labonte's #47 Toyota and Bayne's #21 Ford hooked up like a tractor-trailer and its load. Labonte's bumper kissed the yellow rookie stripe on Bayne's rear bumper for the final lap and a half, until Carl Edwards, driving the #99 Ford, was able to draw even with Labonte, who was forced to drop back as he'd lost his draft on the final turn. Labonte finished fourth behind David Gilliland, who was Edwards' drafting partner, driving another Toyota.
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31 December 2010
Bowl Championship Series
The bowl season is now well under way. Today and tomorrow you can overdose on college football if you want. There are so many bowls I wonder why there isn't Campbell's Soup Bowl. A Kellogg's Cereal Bowl. Or a Charmin Toilet Bowl.
There will never be a true National Championship. There's too much money in the system the way it is. So long as there isn't a true championship playoff series, teams and alumni of different schools can claim they were better but didn't get a chance.
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There will never be a true National Championship. There's too much money in the system the way it is. So long as there isn't a true championship playoff series, teams and alumni of different schools can claim they were better but didn't get a chance.
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25 December 2010
Renewing the faith
Here's a sweet story about generosity and kindness and how a benefactor learned it really is better to give than to receive.
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21 December 2010
The world has changed...
The Edmund Gwenn version |
But I also thought — and this is sad — about how the world has changed. In the first act, Cleo (Theresa Harris, the housekeeper, lets Phillip Gailey (John Payne), a single man with no children of his own who Mrs. Walker (Maureen O'Hara) has never met, take little Susan Walker (Natalie Wood) into his apartment to watch the Thanksgiving Parade.
Neither the housekeeper or Mrs. Walker is the least bit concerned.
The world has changed, and not for the better.
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19 December 2010
The Power of Ritual
About 40 years ago I was playing a lot of chess. I was nothing special, but I could beat just about anyone who didn’t play in tournaments. Bobby Fischer had just become World Champion, and chess was booming in the United States. The Bay Area was a thriving greenhouse of chess talent, perhaps second only to New York City, because of its proximity to the University of California in Berkeley, and Cal’s arch-nemesis, Stanford, on the other side of the Bay.
One Spring, I went to a master chess tournament in a bar on College Avenue called “The Loft.” I recognized a few familiar faces, but no one I had met. I watched a few games. To someone who has never played tournament chess before, watching a chess game must seem duller than watching Jello coagulate, but to someone who plays, it's a mind-boggling torrent of combat.
I don’t remember exactly how I introduced myself to Dennis Fritzinger, but I do remember that afternoon, I got him to sign a tournament book of games, a tournament in which he had scored respectably. Dennis was the first chess master I’d met who was more than polite to me. He answered my questions about his game that day, and when I saw him at another tournament, he remembered me, and said hello first.
One Spring, I went to a master chess tournament in a bar on College Avenue called “The Loft.” I recognized a few familiar faces, but no one I had met. I watched a few games. To someone who has never played tournament chess before, watching a chess game must seem duller than watching Jello coagulate, but to someone who plays, it's a mind-boggling torrent of combat.
I don’t remember exactly how I introduced myself to Dennis Fritzinger, but I do remember that afternoon, I got him to sign a tournament book of games, a tournament in which he had scored respectably. Dennis was the first chess master I’d met who was more than polite to me. He answered my questions about his game that day, and when I saw him at another tournament, he remembered me, and said hello first.
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