I think I know a thing or two about NASCAR. I’ve been writing a racing column in our newspaper for going on three years and had a Web show for more than a year as well on the subject.
All of which has meant nothing when it comes to predicting winners.
That’s probably why I don’t live in Vegas, because I’d be broke from all my awful sports picks. But that’s another topic for another time.
But that’s why I don’t tend to make picks in print. I figure it’s a sure curse I’ll ruin somebody’s weekend.
Then there’s my friend Teri, who is pretty much a psychic. We have been having a running contest this season, picking which driver we think will have the best finish.
To put it mildly, she totally owns me. At last count, Teri’s driver has beaten mine 19 times this season and mine has won 4 (including last week, when I crushed her as Jeff Gordon finished 2nd and her driver, Tony Stewart, was waaaaay behind in 5th.)
The stakes are pretty simple. Loser buys frozen custard for the winner. Unless the loser slacks off and gets behind. Way behind. As in he’s only paid up for one of the losses so far. At this rate I will owe pretty much until the 22nd century.
Especially when I keep losing.
So if you have a driver you want to see have a bad weekend, nominate him here and I’ll be happy to jinx him, and keep Teri’s ego soaring.