I watched most of the Daytona 500 today and overall I thought it was a good race. Not too many cautions and good racing in general with several lead changes.
I was glad to see Kurt Busch get knocked out early in the race, since I can't stand him, though it was too bad that Tony Stewart also went out with him.
There are not too many drivers that I honestly dislike these days, I don't even mind Jeff Gordon anymore, but Kurt Busch is a dick. I can't really put it any plainer than that... Other than that I have no strong opinions about him. (heh.)
As the laps at Daytona wound down, I was on the edge of my seat. Thanks to a combination of luck and skill, here was my main driver, Mark Martin, leading at the end of the race! I was counting down the laps to the finish, 30 laps.. 20... 10!
I have not felt that kind of tension and excitement since the last time The Patriots played in a Superbowl. At some points I had to leave the room because I was so wound up. I was afraid if I watched too much I might put some kind of jinx on Martin's chances to win, so I would get up, walk away for a few minutes and then come back to check and see if he was still in front.
Mark Martin has been my favorite driver for as long as I have been watching racing, and here he was leading the race in the final laps of The Daytona 500, a race that he has never won in over 20 years of racing..
As the race got down to under 10 laps to go, it looked to be all but certain that Mark was finally going to win his FIRST Daytona 500, but then, of course, there was the inevitable spinout, wreck and caution flag in the last few laps of the race, bringing out the yellow flag and setting up the green, white, checkered finish.
Martin got a good jump at the start when the green flag dropped, and as the white flag flew, he was still in the lead. One lap to go and he was holding onto the bottom of the track heading for the finish line. I thought for sure he had that win, I felt my heart starting to rise in anticipation of seeing him finally get it, BUT THEN, (FUCK!!), out of nowhere Kevin Harvick made a run on the outside, and was able to catch up with Martin.
As the two cars came down the final stretch heading for the checkered, Harvick was able to nose his car out to the front and took the win. He won the race by the nose of his car, literally about a foot in front of Mark Martin.
God DAMN IT!!
I was (and remain) so frikkin' disappointed, I can't even tell you. It felt just as bad as watching any Patriots or Red Sox playoff loss.
I really feel bad for Mark Martin. Damn I thought he had that Daytona 500 win in his grasp. Over 20 years of trying and there it was right in front of him, and then to lose it by a foot. A FOOT! Damn damn damn. Crushing. That is the only word I can think of to describe it.
I actually like Kevin Harvick, and if it were anybody else that he had beaten, I would be happy for him, but in this case, I can't feel glad to see him to get this win.
Dammit. So close, but... 'That's Racin'