Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, February 14, 2015, 9:48 a.m.
If not for the hectic nature of the day, I’d be stoked, or one of those other tragically hip clichés that are now acceptable to indicate an inordinate level of preliminary motivation.
At various times, my feelings for Saturday night’s Sprint Unlimited have been far out, all right, fayuntastic, way cool, gnarly, bad-ass, pumped, fired up, and ready to throw down.
Predating NASCAR, not to mention me, I might have declared it “swell” or even said, for no apparent reason, “Twenty-three skidoo.” Or maybe, “Jumping Jehosaphat!” “Great Caesar’s ghost!”
It’s as long a way from “gee whiz” to “wtf” as from Bons Secours Wellness Arena to Daytona International Speedway.
They were just the Twitter sayings of their day, back before a man (or woman) had character counts with which to contend.
This afternoon I’ve got a minor league hockey match to describe. This is a first. I like hockey. The NHL had a Sunday game of the week on CBS when I was ten. I remember reading tales of Bobby Hull, Gordie Howe, Henri Richard, and Phil Esposito in Sport magazine. I think the greatest ever was Bobby Orr, though not for long enough.
I doubt I’ll see any Bobby Orrs circulating this afternoon for the Greenville Road Warriors, but I’m looking forward to it the same way I was when I first wrote about a dirt track, a mountain climb, American Legion baseball, and a bowl game.
My ardor for Legion ball cooled a bit the time Easley scored eighteen runs in the top of the first inning and wound up losing, 25-23. Most of the bullpens had bolted for the beach.
If all goes well, I should be home in plenty of time for the race, which itself won’t take that much time at all. I expect no icing calls in Daytona Beach.
Just so you know, later today, when I tweet the Road Warriors are being outshot, it won’t mean I’m in the process of defending my home from attack. It just means the alarm system is armed, and, in Greenville, the pucks are flying, not the hot lead.
As the late Henny Youngman might have said, were he I, take my books. Please: http://www.amazon.com/Monte-Dutton/e/B005H3B144/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1416767492&sr=8-1