I keep thinking there’s a race on Sunday. Yes, logically, I KNOW the NASCAR Nextel Cup Series is off this week, but my brain is in denial or something. There’s a Busch Series race Saturday night, and I’ll be keeping tabs on that one, but Sunday seems a little empty. Not, mind you, that I don’t have anything to do.
OK, the truth is, I didn’t make any plans for Sunday because I’d forgotten about the week off (and I should be grateful because it’s the last one of the season on the Nextel Cup side) and face it, most of my family and friends know better than to drag me off on a Sunday. So, I’m going to take a look at all the things I can get done on Sunday-and the reality.
1. Mow the Lawn. Quick, while I can still see over it. The Reality: I will mow the lawn because it is admittedly the first chore I overlook when I get really busy. However, I will complete two circuits and consider how much like Martinsville my freshly-mowed oval looks. I always do this and I cannot seem to stop. I have already sent the lawnmower to the hospital once this year because I was driving too fast and the poor belt couldn’t keep up. The resulting smoke reminded me of Talladega.
2. Go to the Library. Return the books I have and find a new novel or two. The Reality: Who am I kidding? I’d need a sizeable loan to pay the overdue fees, so it’s best I sneak the books into the slot when nobody’s around to see me. Since I never had time to read them anyway, it hardly seems necessary to get out a new set. Unless, of course, there’s a new book about racing out,
3. Catch up on my personal inbox. Answer those emails from people who think I might well have dropped off the face of the Earth. The Reality: Half of the “346 new messages” are spam. So, of the 173 remaining messages, 65 are from a family member, who apparently takes the year of bad luck for not passing on chain emails seriously. 22 are from my other family members who wonder why the first family member spends so much time on the computer. 48 are “newsletters” from websites I was forced to register with in order to read ONE article I was interested in that frankly wasn’t even that good. 12 are from my friends from college, wondering why the hell I haven’t been to our 12th reunion this year, like 12 is an important anniversary. Five are from my current friends wanting to know if I’m free Wednesday since there’s never any racing Wednesday nights. The last one is for the cat.
4. Do Laundry. The Reality: Hell, I HAVE to do laundry. I’m out of socks.
5. Go grocery shopping. I do need to eat, after all. The Reality: I’ll go, but I’ll get distracted. Whoa! Tony Stewart is on beans! Kyle Busch is on cereal! Ken Schrader has Honey Buns! Oooh, chocolate racecars! I’ll be lucky if I remember to get milk and bread.
So, now that I have a variety of ways to keep bust on Sunday, I won’t know what to do with myself. The Reality: Anyone have a tape of the Richmond race?
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