I accidentally tuned in to the last ten laps of the Daytona 500 today, and I just don’t get it. Twenty two cars finished within twelve seconds of the eventual winner, and some dude named Allmendinger (apologies to his parents, but gee, change your name) finished in twentieth position, one spot ahead of the token female driver, Danica Patrick.  And before anyone challenges me for that sexist comment, remember that the last time she sniffed the winner’s circle was in a go-kart race at age ten against her brothers at the county fair.

Purists will say that twenty  cars within twelve seconds of the winner underscores the keen competitive level in the sport. I say it looks like a traffic jam of brightly colored vehicles driven by guys unable to make the big time.   Give me Formula 1 anyday.   Oops, gotta go and hear the winner tell a national audience how his # 22 Krispy Kreme, Firestone, Luv’s Adult Diapers, Fruit Loops,  Scientology fired Chevy ran hard on all its cylinders today, and to thank all the rednecks who managed to change his tires so efficiently.                              WHAT THE HECK !