You know I love my sports. A poor sports weekend can put me in one heck of a cranky mood.
Hello. I'm cranky. You've been forewarned.
What I must rant on is 'The Big One.' If you watch NASCAR, you know what this means. Restrictor plate racing + (usually) last laps = huge wreck, aka, The Big One.
It's nothing new, right? Let me tell you what IS new, or what I perceive has gotten worse: The utter elation in the announcer's voice when they *THINK* 'The Big One' MIGHT happen. Somehow, it's become a selling point, a way to attract viewers.
Pause for the WTH &*&^$^* moment.
Throughout much of the race you could HEAR the announcers get
almost giddy when someone turned sideways or got loose, and then sound
deflated when it didn't happen--something like, "THIS IS IT....ooooh, he got control of
I love NASCAR, you know this. I DO NOT LOVE ANYTHING about 'The Big One.'
First, people could get hurt...people have gotten hurt. Why on earth would I want to see something that could hurt Lord knows how many drivers?!
Second, the wrecked automobiles cost an obscene amount of money. Perfectly good cars get literally totaled in one second. Why would I want to see guys drive exceptional races, just to end up in the back and wrecked because of 'The Big One?'
Yes, Dale was caught up in one today. Yes, he drove HARD and was in position to make a move. All of his hard work was wiped out on the last lap...he was left clutching his head in his hands, wincing...all because of 'The Big One.'
What human being enjoys seeing another person in pain or upset? Not this human being.
Just needed to rant. Sorry.
And, as always...GO DALE.