Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, February 3, 2018, 1:39 p.m.
As the Philadelphia Eagles and the New England Patriots prepared to take to the artificial indoor field in Minnesota for America’s greatest and most hyped sporting event, I can hear the rumble in my mind. It’s the rumble that opens the NASCAR movie Days of Thunder as three weeks of anticipation commence.
Some will rumble only through the National Football League’s command performance, but some don’t have a lifetime of stock car racing working its way to the surface after a winter of boredom.
The Clash. Front-row qualifying. Twin qualifying races to determine the rest of the field. Trucks. Xfinity. The Daytona 500. It’s not what it was. Nothing else is, either. Time changes. Fans change. Cars change. Rules change. Drivers change. Time can’t be stopped. It’s hard to keep up. Memories become a burden.
But, God, I love it so.
What the beginning of the Monster Cup season adds are layers of detail. We can surmise. We can anticipate. We don’t know until those cars roll off on February 18 in rows of two. We have our opinions, but they should not be derided. They are a consequence of blessed freedom, regardless of how we pay attention.
This is precisely the time everyone makes predictions and precisely the time we ought to sit back, wait, and see.
I’m trying to enter the season with a blank canvas and spend the season painting the details. The past is but a prelude to the future. Everyone is clever. Few are wise. As Jimmy Buffett once sang, and likely still does, even at an advanced age, “Don’t ever forget that you just may wind up being wrong.”
On Wednesday night, beginning at 8 p.m. EST, I’m going live on Facebook to sing some songs, mainly, but also watch the comments pop up regarding what else you’d like to hear. I’ll try to get you to sign up as a patron of my writing, buy my books, read them and all my other writing, including this, follow me on Twitter and Facebook, but mainly I’ll just have fun playing my guitar and singing songs I love, some of which were written by me, and, between those songs, talk about whatever you want to talk about, except politics, because I want everyone, not just me, to have fun, and no one gets anything but angry about politics anymore. If you’re on Facebook, read all about it here.
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