Alright, so you wanna know who got that pole thingy for the NASCAR race today, huh? Well, lemme tell ya, it’s kinda like this… these fellas, they drive around real fast in circles, and the one who’s the fastest gets to start right up front. They call that the “pole,” like a pole in the ground or somethin’, I guess.
Now, I heard tell on the TV, that fella McDowell, he got that pole one time, goin’ real fast, like 183 miles an hour or somethin’. That’s faster than my old mule ever went, I tell ya! But that wasn’t today, no sirree. Today… or maybe it was yesterday… Shoot, time flies when you’re watchin’ them cars go round and round.
- Anyways, another time, this William Byron fella, he got the pole too. He’s a young’un, kinda like my grandson, always in a hurry.
- And then there’s this Martin Truex Junior, bless his heart, he’s retirin’ you know. He got the pole for his last race. That’s like sayin’ goodbye in style, I reckon. It was at that Phoenix place, where it’s hotter than a furnace in July.
So, for *today’s* race… Well, it depends on which race you’re yappin’ about, see? They got races all the time, it seems like. One week they’re in Daytona, the next they’re in Talladega, and who knows where else. It’s harder than keepin’ track of my chickens sometimes.
You gotta check the news, or the internet, or somethin’ to know for sure who got the pole for *today’s* race. My grandson, he’s got one of them phone thingies, always lookin’ at it. He could probably tell ya in a jiffy who got the pole, and what color socks the fella was wearin’ too!
These drivers, they’re somethin’ else though. Risking their necks goin’ that fast. Makes me nervous just watchin’ ‘em! But it’s excitin’ too, seein’ who’s gonna win and who’s gonna crash. It’s like a big ol’ demolition derby, but with fancy cars.
And them cars! They ain’t nothin’ like my old pickup truck, that’s for sure. They got sponsors and stickers and all kinds of fancy gadgets. And they make a heck of a lot of noise! Sometimes I gotta turn down the TV ‘cause it’s louder than my rooster crowin’ at sunrise.
But back to that pole thing. It’s important, see? Startin’ up front, that gives you an advantage. You ain’t gotta fight your way through the whole pack of cars. You can just get out there and go! It don’t guarantee a win, mind you. Anything can happen in a race. A flat tire, a wreck, a wrong turn… it’s happened to the best of ’em, I tell ya.
So, if you wanna know for sure who got the pole for the *specific* race you’re interested in *today*, you gotta do a little diggin’. Check the sports news, the NASCAR website, or ask one of them young’uns with their fancy phones. They’ll know. They always know everything.
And while you’re at it, don’t forget to enjoy the race! It’s a good way to spend an afternoon, even if you don’t know a lug nut from a dipstick. Just sit back, relax, and watch them cars go zoomin’ by. And maybe have a glass of sweet tea and some cornbread while you’re at it. That’s what I do!
Remember, racing is racing, and sometimes the fastest guy doesn’t always win, but getting that pole sure does give you a leg up. Just like planting your taters early, gives you a head start on the season. It ain’t a guarantee of a good harvest, but it sure does help!
And one more thing, them fellas drivin’ them cars, they got families and friends worryin’ about ’em, just like you and me. So, let’s be thankful they’re safe and sound, win or lose. That’s the most important thing, ain’t it?
Tags: NASCAR, pole position, McDowell, William Byron, Martin Truex Jr, racing, cars, speed, Phoenix Raceway
