Just a Number?
Sometimes in sport and in our own lives we’re reminded that we are not in charge. Our thoughts and prayers go to the family and friends of Bill Kimmel, PA driver who passed away at Williams Grove Speedway last week. I once told my dad, man I hope I don’t live to be 100 years old. He laughed and said you’re not 99 and half yet either. If we all knew where we were going we might not always want to be first in line.
Well, will it be #8, #81, #38, #888, #68, #3, #2, or #1? I do know it’s not 12, at least not this year. Maybe NASCAR will make it 14 next year so the most popular driver has a chance of making the chase. By the way, did you know that Bill Elliott was NASCAR’s most popular driver for 100 years or better? But did the TV networks have 2 screens of his car, forget there was a race going on, and follow his car for 10 laps? Did they show only his pit stops and show only Coors Light commercials? Could we please get a break from Dale Earnhardt Jr. for at least 10 minutes? How will it be even remotely possible to cover the last 10 races? Dale won’t be in the chase and we all know it’s a crime to show anything but the red #8 car. At this point who cares what place #8 is in. I know that it will not win a championship or should I say Dale Earnhardt Jr. wont win a championship this year.
Over the last few weeks we have all been saturated with the 8, not 8, dilemma and I have heard that it’s just a number it doesn’t matter. Well I beg to differ. It’s everything; it’s a symbol of all that is good and right in this world. Go ask Jake Plummer why he wears #16. In Steeler’s camp you don’t just put on the #58 unless you can back it up. They are more than numbers, they are memories. They are the everlasting triumphs and defeats. They are to be respected like the 28, 3, 45, and 47. Maybe they’re right, it’s just a number on paper but in life they’re attached to greatness.
Hey soccer dads, remember back in peewee soccer where some idiot came up with scoreless soccer to spare feelings. Maybe it was just me but WHAT WAS THE POINT of that? Let me tell you something, the kids kept track of the score. I truly thought my head was going to explode watching those games. I was so glad when my son lost interest in soccer and tried football where the score mattered and there was a point. But you know those old soccer games remind me of Jimmy Johnson winning. My buddy called him vanilla and how true is that? He wins ….Yep, tasteless, who cares, Jimmy vanilla Johnson. You know since numbers don’t matter he is on track to win another championship but who’s counting?
Well that’s the Biffle as I see it this week. Till later go get some rubber in your beer!!!
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