The View from Here: The Business of NASCAR

This is a story about a bird...

It was nice to see a good, competitive 500 KM (kilometers for you non-metric types) race
even if DW and the gang kept waiting for total brake failure (I see those rotors glowing red!).
However, even this early in the season it is painfully obvious that the 'competition' has devolved
into three clear levels. Let’s call them A, B and C (clever, huh?). I think there is also a D level
but I grade on the curve so...

With that said it was clearly JG's day/night. His 76 wins is quite an accomplishment and if he races about another 22 years he will finally catch King Richard. Not bad for someone who will be nearly 60 by then. But I kid in jest. With JG's winning percentage he should have no trouble catching the Silver Fox. So,love him or hate him, he will go down as one of the greats when he hangs up his driving shoes. Plus I think some fans that were at best ambivalent to him are warming to his gestures (witness the #3 flag tribute).

Now back to my bird story...

The bird in question is not a real one, rather a mythical one.
In ancient mythology, the phoenix was a mythical sacred firebird whose tears could heal wounds.

There were many wounded hearts this past week -- I know the Phoenix has shed many tears.

As it was stated in A Christmas Carol by Tiny Tim

"God bless us, every one!"

Yes, indeed, God bless us all.

That's the view from (The Hokie Nation) here...

Michael