I know that most of you here aren’t NASCAR fans, and don’t get the point of racing, but today there was a tragedy on the track.
Dale Earnhardt, 49, was fatally injured in an accident on the last lap. His car was nudged by that of Sterling Marlin, and he lost control to hit the wall, then hit Kenny Schrader’s car. They had to cut him out of the car, and he was unconcious. I don’t have many more details, but this has hit me deeply. I’ve been a racing fan for as long as I can remember, and every time I see the sport lose someone else, it hurts. But this hurts even more, in some ways, because for as long as I’ve been watching the sport, Dale, the Intimidator, was there. He’s been a factor, and a presense, in this sport, one of the winningest drivres. And to add a special twist of the knife, one of the cars he owned was the winner of the race not 10 seconds later.
I’m not asking that you all understand, just to keep his family, the whole NASCAR family, in your thoughts and your prayers. For the next week, I’ll be wearing black, in mourning, and in honor of the man in black.