DAYTONA BEACH, Fla. – The air was warm, the sky was clear and the 56th Daytona 500 was underway.
The driver I wrote about Saturday, rookie Kyle Larson, hit a wall. The driver I wrote about Friday, Martin Truex Jr., blew an engine. I wrote Thursday about NASCAR CEO and Chairman Brian France. Figured I should call to see if he’s OK.
The forecast had called for rain about an hour into the race. The rain came after 38 laps. It briefly went away. And then, as the track was dried, more rain came. The rain was like a bully. It would let up and then, just when you thought you saw a piece of blue sky, unload.
Just to keep things interesting, the National Weather Service issued a tornado watch for Daytona Beach.
And then, slowly, fans left and boredom came. I was getting paid to watch rain and, possibly, a tornado. It could be worse. I could have to work. But, yeah, this was boring.
What do you do?
I watched a replay on my laptop of Friday night’s super lightweight (140 pounds) boxing match between Charlotte’s Jared Robinson and Amir Imam, both undefeated. Robinson came out smoking. He tore after Imam, a heavy hitter and a huge favorite.
Robinson was game. He kept pushing and he was unquestionably in the fight. But in the fourth round, Imam, a knockout specialist whose fights rarely last more than two rounds, popped Robinson with two lefts and followed with a fight-ending right that knocked Robinson through the ropes and onto the floor.
Robinson had the presence of mind and the courage to climb to the ring, negotiate the ropes and return to the ring in fewer than the 20 seconds he was allocated. But the referee stopped the fight.
Where were we? We were watching rain. Radar indicated that above Daytona International Speedway there was a yellow blob and a red blob and a blob the color of snot. I have no idea what the colors mean. But blobs are not good.
Twitter is a good placed for the bored, and I tweeted that Daytona Beach reminded me of Seattle, minus the vegetarian entrees and ferns and Pete Carroll. A buddy Tweeted back "And Coho salmon."
Not so fast, my friend. There are three Denny’s in Daytona Beach and on their menu is Alaskan salmon. Not Washington salmon but Alaskan. And it comes with two sides and dinner bread.
The best way to describe the Daytona Beach weather, the rain and the tornado watch and, now, the rumor of hail, is that it is as angry as Syracuse basketball coach Jim Boeheim. Give it a T. Give it two.
There’s still no word from Brian France, although the rain can’t be good.
No idea when his people will officially push the race back to Monday afternoon or if they’ll officially push the race back to Monday afternoon.
I think it depends on the crowds in the souvenir tents and at the concession stands.
At least the sound system is playing Led Zeppelin. Nobody but me seems to be moved.
The infield grass is so wet that there are sea gulls on it, probably 100 of them. They’re probably looking for salmon, Alaskan and not Coho.
This just in: I’m sick of drinking coffee and water. I gave up soft drinks in early November when I was in San Francisco with the Carolina Panthers.
I count 13 vehicles on the track, all of them with multiple lights flashing. They’re probably drying the track or sucking up water. In a group they look like the country’s biggest police checkpoint.
I really can’t think of anything else to say except that I’m glad the press box doesn’t have a wine list.