The Martinsville Poem10/23/2014 |
I’d like to regale ya About a track where Azalea Used to line the track’s turn
walls. It is of Martinsville that I say I love an annual race day Once in the Spring and Fall This fall, though, is strange As we once again face change Because of Brian’s decisions The Chase is not loved by all And now this race in the Fall It’s meaning has undergone some
revisions. It is now Round Three Of the Championship, you see, This thing that is called the Chase. We’ve had these six races Eliminated eight faces, And start again at this beautiful place. Before we move ahead With this Chase that some dread Let’s take a look at where we’ve been. Because the only way of knowing Which direction we are going, Is to look at not only now, but then. The last time we were in this state The racing, eh, not so great, And it was dominated by the pilot of the Deuce. Then we grabbed all those who won And a few with a great points run And made the difference in points not so
loose. After the third race, at Dover For some it was all over, Guys like AJ, Greg, Aric, and Kurt. Then the big one in Alabama Where Kyle Busch felt a slamma, And three of the Hendrick Four felt the hurt. Now we’re back in Virginia Where a checkered flag will win ya A spot in the final four. So who wins the big bread When we get out of Homestead? Sit back and read, because I have more. There’s Bad Brad K Stay out of his way Or he’ll do some damage to your car. There’s Jeff, Old Four Time Aging like fine wine And he’s been most consistent by far. Then there’s Ryan Newman, Who seemed superhuman, Until we found out his car was too low. And then Matt The Brat “Where’s his win total at?” You guessed it, a big fat zero. Then there’s the father of Keelan, Harvick the Closer’s been wheelin’ His car into Victory Lane. And finally Joe Gibbs’ Denny His Chase chances have been plenty But he just hasn’t captured that fame. Then you’ll see Joey Logano Who is rocking like Bono The best year yet for Sliced Bread. And there’s Carl Of Concrete Who when he can’t be beat, We hope doesn’t flip on his head. On Sunday we’ll see These plus more to make 43 Circle that beautiful half-mile. It’s going to be a day For my Partner, PattyKay Who will no doubt have reason to smile. For 266 circuits Our heroes will work it, They’ll do it again and again While those hot dogs are swallowed Across these grounds, so hallowed, You can still hear the thunder of trains. Those trains and their track Used to sit back to back With concrete stands full of kids, moms and dads But like the fans to this day The tracks were pushed away And those stands are now covered with ads. Fear not my friend We’re nearing the end Of my little Martinsville verse Not nearly the best I can surely attest But I have also spared you the worst. So as you settle this Sunday For your weekly racing fun day Feel free to forget all of this stuff. Just set yourself back And enjoy this gem of a track It truly is a diamond in the rough.
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