MPM2Nite: Quit Your Whining
I don’t want to listen to a pair of drivers sounding like my two youngest sisters squabbling over who had to sit in the puke seat back in the day.
I don’t want to listen to a pair of drivers sounding like my two youngest sisters squabbling over who had to sit in the puke seat back in the day.
Did You Notice? Why so many races have switched towards a fuel-mileage strategy?
Brad Keselowski’s Pocono win may have him set for the postseason, but did it give him a push into the top half of the Power Rankings?
Sticking with the garage and the racing, Carl Edwards staying in the No. 99 at Roush Fenway was all but a foregone conclusion.
Hot tempers, cooler temperatures, and tons of bent sheetmetal aside, let’s take a look at the drivers with (and without) momentum heading out of Pocono.
Before we start, an interesting bit came out of Saturday night’s post-race press conference with winning car owner Jack Roush.
Kyle Busch got so preoccupied with Jimmie Johnson’s attempted divebomb pass to the inside, a quick move on Turn 1 of the final restart they both flat out let Brad Keselowski get away.
I’m a stats guy living in a writer’s body, a failed mathematician with a healthy dose of superstition on the side. So it’s no surprise to me that as Brad Keselowski crossed the finish line, completing one of the great “iron man” performances in recent history all that I could think about was similar to a closing line from Sesame Street:
_This race has been brought to you by the letters K, J, and the number two._
Sounds silly, right? Especially considering what Keselowski did was a physical feat rarely equaled in NASCAR’s Chase era; only Denny Hamlin’s torn ACL, then seemingly instantaneous recovery post-surgery in Victory Lane at Texas last season can compare. It was a _two-pronged_ lift for the driver in his sophomore season – comments after the race, humbly praising soldiers killed in Afghanistan as the real heroes also moved mountains in establishing himself as a role model, not a rebel amongst the fan base. Off the track, Keselowski can no longer be viewed by his peers as a one-hit wonder; he’s the first driver in years to move up the ranks the right way, from Trucks to Nationwide to Cup and develop into a proven major-league talent.
Looks like it’s that time of year once again. The time where fans get the chance to put their “bracketology” knowledge to work as they …
Racing is a sport of emotion. Passion runs deep, emotion often runs deeper, feelings get hurt, egos get bruised. That’s as old as the sport, and hopefully it will never change.
However, there is a fine line between racing passionately and racing without scruples. It’s a line that drivers will sometimes cross unintentionally in the heat of battle, and when they apologize and move on, can occasionally be forgiven for. But it seems like that line is being crossed quite often lately, without remorse or consequence. And NASCAR not only allows it, it seems that at times, when it suits their purposes, they condone it.
The line has a name. It’s called sportsmanship.