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Welcome to the Cup Scene Daily for
Vol. II,No.VIXII FINAL EDITION
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2003 Season Quotes: “He drives off the end of his hood. He can’t see past his ears.”- Terry Labonte, referring to Kurt Busch after an Indianapolis crash 7 DAY ARCHIVE SundayMonday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday INSIDE TODAY'S ISSUE: CHRISTMAS PAGE What NASCAR Drivers really want for Christmas Santa takes stock in NASCAR Ryan Newman:Driver Of The Year Drivers celebrate joy of the season Players take spin around race track Rival says driving schools bearing name of NASCAR great boosting students' speeds Renshaw honing her skills for ARCA grind ARCA is the 'A' in the 'ABC' tour Cup series makes tracks to new racing facilities Holiday wish list starts with NASCAR request For NASCAR's best, some gift suggestions NASCAR 2003: Year of Change Offered Glimpse Into The Future NASCAR Shakes Things Up And Ticks People Off-But You Can't Tell It By The Numbers ELF PET PEEVES NEW! AUTO CLASSIFIEDS! Opinion/My Word Letters to the Editor Readers Message Board(NOW OPEN!) Race Shop RACE Tickets Fantasy Garage NEW!
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** ALL I NEED TO KNOW I LEARNED FROM A SNOWMAN ** ** It's okay if you're a little bottom heavy. ** Hold your ground, even when the heat is on. ** Wearing white is always appropriate. ** Winter is the best of the four seasons. ** It takes a few extra rolls to make a good midsection. ** There's nothing better than a foul weather friend. ** We're all made up of mostly water. ** You know you've made it when they write a song about you. ** Accessorize! Accessorize! Accessorize! ** Avoid yellow snow. Don't get too much sun. ** It's embarrassing when you can't look down and see your feet. ** It's fun to hang out in your front yard. ** There's no stopping you once you're on a roll. ** It's not the size of the carrot, but the placement that counts.
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Happy Birthday: Krista Marie Allison
(adapted from the poem by Clement C. Moore) T'was the night before Christmas, when all round the track Not an air wrench was stirring, the lines were all slack The gloves were all hung on the toolboards with care In hopes that Daytona soon would be there The crews were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of Nextel Cups danced in their heads. And mamma in her 'kerchief and I in an old Allison cap Had just settled down to fool around..you know like we used 'ta When out of turn four there arose such clatter I sprang up off ma to see what was the matter Away to the pits I flew like a flash Stopped and hid behind a can full of trash When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But some big fat dude surrounded by a herd of deer They were all dressed like drivers wearing helmets of red Sitting in stock cars ready to go head to head. The fat man stood in front and showing no shame He whistled and shouted then called them by name: "Now Dasher, now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! "Ok Comet! Ok Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!" "Start up them engines! Let's keep it off the wall! "Now dash away, dash away,
dash away all!" As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, They took off in a fury, that fat dude laughing when they went by. When they got the green flag it was a heck of a sight, Racing door to door through that cold Winter night, More rapid than eagles his coursers they flew, Then the fat dude jumped in the pace car, (Guess he decided that he'd race too!) He'd caught the field within one lap, And whenever he came by I could hear him laugh. Then to my amazment he began to set them back. One by one he passed all those deer and lapped the whole pack. I laughed as I watched him in spite of myself Thinking of all the weird die-cast we could put on a shelf! They got the white flag, there was one lap to go Then strangely, without reason, it started to snow. The moon on the breast of this new fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to the cars in the show In to turn three the cars they did roar Then a fog bank rolled in and I could see them no more. I cocked my head and turned my ear Strained and strained and tried to hear. Were they coming onto the front stretch, I tired to tell When suddenly I heard the sound of jingle bells. Out of the fog directly above Came the eight tiny reindeer harnessed all in a drove. The old fat dude was being pulled behind, Flying in a sleigh and our eyes met, his and mine. He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! Why that little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. As they crossed the finish line and then flew over I heard him shout "Ok boys next race, it's on to Dover!" And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up off the first turn he rose . He waved from his sleigh, then gave his team a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!" Visit the Cup Scene Daily CHRISTMAS PAGEFor More!
Content as can be, Kenseth and crew chief Robbie Reiser were temporarily idle, as visions danced in their heads, of winning back to back titles. Throughout NASCAR Nation, the competition was resting, knowing in just a few weeks they'll load up their transporters and head to Daytona for testing. In 2004, 36 races will be run, as an ESPN reporter, I'll cover every one. During the 10-month season more than 14,000 circuits will be completed, lap after lap, preparing myself for the grind, I had just settled down for a short winter's nap. I pulled down the shades, the room was pitch black, then arouse a familiar roar, it sounded like a racetrack. Out in the driveway there was a souped-up old sleigh, it was covered in decals, and on the front had a large logo of Chevrolet. Down came the window net, and out climbed a man, he was all dressed in red, like a Dale Earnhardt Jr. fan. Quickly, to the roof he did climb, and down through the chimney he came, in pole-winning time. Instantly I knew, it was Santa Claus himself, and as any good reporter would do, I interviewed the jolly old elf. First I asked, "What are you doing here Santa?" He said, "I'm just getting back from California, where I delivered a second date to Fontana." Investigating further to uncover the facts, I asked St. Nick what he had in his sacks. "Gifts for the drivers," he said all smiles, "things that will help, over the course of 500 miles. "With eight wins this year Ryan Newman topped the competition, but it might have been nine if he didn't unknowingly kill the ignition. So I've wrapped something for him to open on Christmas morning, a bright red light to mount on the dash to give him some warning. "Jeff Gordon won Atlanta and completed the Martinsville sweep, but it's been a couple year's since the four-time champ was at the top of the heap. In my bag, I have just the thing. Thirty more horsepower; that should help him get his fifth ring. "Tony Stewart, the man they call smoke, would have had a much better year, if three times his engine hadn't broke. I've filled his stocking with special pistons and springs, parts that in 2004 will help the Home Depot car sing. "Dale Jarrett had a season filled with frustration, for him I offer a Christmas blessing, and a book to provide inspiration. "While I brought D.J., Chicken Soup for the Ex-Champion's Soul, I have given others a bag full of coal. "Jimmy Spencer, he's been more naughty than nice, after punching Kurt Busch, his career -- and Busch's nose -- were packed temporarily in ice. "In Richmond there was a post-race tantrum, involving Richard Childress Racing's 29 team, atop Ricky Rudd's car they kicked and they stomped, taking things to an ugly extreme." Santa began unpacking his bag near the fire, then with a chuckle he said, "How about that gift I gave Bobby Labonte in Miami, with Bill Elliott's flat tire." For a guy who lives in the North Pole, Kris Kringle knows an awful lot about the sport; he dazzled me with stats, and provided analytical support. "Jimmie Johnson," he said, "the talented young man, proved in his second season, that he is no flash in the pan. Three victories this year, and a second place overall finish, proved to the world, it will be a long time before his talents diminish. "Restrictor Plate King was a title by which Dale Earnhardt was known, but after watching Junior win his fourth consecutive Talladega race, it is clear, the prince has inherited the throne. "He and Michael Waltrip, they make quite a pair, if they continue their restrictor plate dominance, some might begin to believe that they too can see air." Finally, Santa revealed his last present, a luxury item every driver wants, one hundred percent. He reached in his pocket, and handed me a four-leaf clover. That was the last thing he did, interview over. Suddenly, the old elf did something very weird, he twitched his nose, and then disappeared. Out in the driveway, I looked for the sleigh, there was nothing there, to my dismay. I ran outside to take a closer look, and there it was on the asphalt, it read like a book. He had laid down the perfect burnout, it was placed just right. It said, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
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** ELF PET PEEVES ** 8. Toil for 364 days a year just to make children smile and no one gives a rip. Meanwhile, frolic around one day in some stupid outfit in February with a lousy bow and arrow and all of a sudden you're a hero. 7. Company health plan doesn't cover tattoo removal. 6. The EPA's new relaxed reindeer-emissions standards. 5. Having to make items to drop off for those on Santa's Naughty List. 4. Icy cold North Pole temperature makes it hard to produce quality workmanship. 3. Reindeer game #12: Elf lacrosse. 2. Constantly ridiculed for that 0-854 record in the North Pole basketball league. 1. Jolly Ole Santa has never yet brought back a single cookie to share. WE have Matt Kenseth 2003 Winston Cup Champion Merchandise! CLICK HERE!
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