I don't care what the rest of you think, but I like NASCAR. Well, I used to. The television coverage of NASCAR over the last several years has been a notch or two below god awful. But I still catch the occasional race and try to follow the news. I also have a feeling that if and when we ever actually get readers, there will be a few NASCAR fans among the
millions dozen of them.
On that note, there's some sad news coming out of NASCAR land, Benny Parsons, 1973 Winston Cup Champ, succumbed today to lung cancer at the age of 65.
Growing up, NASCAR was about the only sport I shared with my father as we religiously spent every Sunday watching cars turn left for 4 hours and continues to be the number one subject of our occasional telephone conversations. I am too young to remember Benny Parsons as anything other than a commentator, but those memories are fond. He always seemed to me to be the only person who actually knew what he was talking about. He made the broadcasts bareable, and I mean that in a good way.
In the modern NASCAR world, where "boogity boogity boogity" is apparently a great catchphrase, BP continued his fine ways of actually watching the race and giving meaningful, insightful comments. His contributions will be sorely missed.