Wow, that was a fun Sunday. You had fast, faster and super fast. The NFL Combine to NASCAR to arguably the worst Oscars on record. It’s enough to make a family-oriented, interweb-based sports columnist’s head spin.
Let’s start from the top, and from the “Talks too much studios,” it goes a little something like this, so hit it.
NASCAR’s Super Bowl
What a weekend for NASCAR. It was tragic and eye-popping and hilarious and insightful, but in the end, we were left with the fundamental truth in sports: The best are the best for a reason.
Jimmie Johnson won Sunday’s Daytona 500, capping the season-opening event with a rather hum-drum closing finish by comparison to the normal level of octane and energy reserved for superspeedways and restrictor-plate racing.
It was a fitting end for a plethora of reasons. Johnson won because his car was best. He finished seven spots in front of Danica Patrick, who dominated the headlines and the limelight leading into Sunday’s race and served herself well in the spotlight. She ran near the front all day and finished eighth after getting caught in the late backwash of steely will and willing steel.