Sunday, August 14, 2016

I Can Breathe!

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I'm sorry to have been so negligent about keeping this blog up-to-date but this is how I felt after my dog tripped me and I took a face first dive down my stairs, breaking two ribs. I've never had broken ribs before but I'm hear to tell you, they are painful. It hurts to stand up, lie down, sit, bend, type, laugh or breathe. It is excruciating to cough or sneeze. I'm glad I live alone because, for two weeks after it happened, anyone in the house with me would have heard a non-stop series of grunts, groans and whimpers.

In the meantime, I look like a bag lady because I cannot roll my hair or wear anything not held together by velcro or elastic. My house looks like a sty because I cannot run the sweeper, fold clothes, wash dishes or put a fitted sheet on a bed.

It is amazing how agony reduces your life to the elemental you. For that horrible period of time, I only cared about myself. I was no longer interested in who makes the Chase or wins the presidential election.

I tried to watch the races but as the cars went round and round, I found myself falling into a pain-pill induced semi-coma and sleeping through much of them.

So, here's what I know about that lost period in time: For all that we have been praising Ryan Blaney and Chase Elliott to the skies, how ironic is it that Chris Buescher was the first of the young'uns to win a Cup race. I know it was rain-shortened. I don't care. A win is a win is a win and I couldn't have been happier for him - I love underdog triumphs. I have my fingers crossed that he gets into the top 30 in points and makes the Chase.

Junior, of course, has been off the track due to "concussion-like" symptoms. I don't know exactly how serious those are but they sound scary, like something that could have long-term consequences. I've seen Junior catch hell from some NASCAR fans but I say good for him for understanding and helping the rest of us understand, particularly young drivers, that you have to guard your health long before any race.

My drivers continue on their losing streak and I mean ALL my drivers. Once Jimmie goes out, I switch to Junior/Jeff. Once they get knocked out, I switch to Chase. When Chase falls by the wayside, I switch to Danica. When Danica is gone, I switch to Kyle Larson, then to Ryan Blaney, then to Tony - (not necessarily in that order except for Jimmie). So, it is not like I insist on being unhappy if my first choice doesn't win but geez, although the last 3 weeks have been mostly a blur, I seem to remember being left with absolutely no one I especially wanted to root for by lap 200. I feel like the kiss of death for my favorites this year. Maybe I should start supporting one of the JGR guys. No, I can't!

I do have to say though that they look primed to take the championship this year, seeming to be about a half-step ahead of everyone else. Of course, the way the championship is decided now makes luck more important than it used to be.

I'm happy to see Tony come from a horrible first part of the season to have made the Chase and performing well. I want him to go out on a good note.

My sympathy to the friends and family of Bryan Clauson. How sad it is to lose such a promising young driver as well as a fine person. Knowing these guys choose a life of risk and danger doesn't make it any easier to accept.

I will try to do a better job here. By the time, the Cup cars return to the track, I think I will return to normal too. I'm off the pills and the intensity level of the pain is way down from what it was.

Onward and upward - it's Bristol, Baby!