HEY, WILLIE!
NASCAR should consider running the Busch Clash at Churchill Downs.
It’s a narrow flat track and would be interesting. No pit stops. If y’all crash or blow up, you get towed off the track.
To make it more interesting, 50 laps, — 25 counter-clockwise and 25 clockwise. Maybe even make it a “sack race,” with the crew chief riding shotgun.
BORED JIMMY
HEY, JIMMY!
What a great idea. If they can race at the L.A. Coliseum, why not the mile-long dirt oval in Louisville?
Just brilliant . . . but wait . . . I feel like I’ve heard that idea before.
Hmmm. Wonder where . . . Oh . . .
HERE!
Back on Feb. 9, according to the B.I.R., in the aftermath of L.A.’s inaugural Busch Clash.
But you got me thinking a bit with your idea of reversing directions. How about this instead, since NASCAR likes to tout its drivers as the world’s best.
A straight-line course, two lanes, with a roundabout at each end of the mile-long straight. After a while as traffic separates, some cars are running east and some west. Pass if you dare.
It’d be State Road 40 without those passing zones you find as you enter the Forest.
Yee-ha!
By the way, ever notice how the slow drivers speed up when they get to those passing zones? Weird bit of human nature, but I digress.
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HEY, WILLIE!
Did you by chance plunk down some cash on Rich Strike to win the Derby?
Thankfully I was nowhere near a betting window.
Meanwhile, if you haven’t seen it already, find the overhead replay of Sonny Leon guiding Rich Strike from 17th place entering the final turn. First there was the patience to work through heavy traffic, then an opening, and another.
If you don’t immediately think of Dale Earnhardt at Talladega in 2000, you don’t watch enough auto racin’. And Sonny did it without Kenny Wallace pushing from behind!
HEY, WILLIE!
The ESPN radio guys were always saying “lots of good receivers in this draft.” But the Jags took none of them, and actually took a running back.
I don’t like Trevor Lawrence’s chances. What struck me his first year was, they’d be near the end-zone or otherwise have a game in the balance, and they’d absolutely need a completion.
And I figured, even with “unspecial” receivers, a Generational Player should make a play here. At least an interception while forcing a jump-ball. But he’d throw incomplete.
I guess we can blame Urban Meyer and hope for the best this season.
JOEL
HEY, JOEL!
There were some free-agent signings of receivers, and it seems the Jags are banking on new head coach Doug Pederson and his track record of building quality offenses.
Also, there’s the year-delayed rookie season of Travis Etienne, who missed all of last year due to injury. He’ll presumably line up in various ways and, if all goes well, become the playmaker they desperately need.
Or not. There’s a history, you know.
HEY, WILLIE!
Cool! A cornerback from Ouachita Baptist in Round 6.
It amazes me how many schools I haven’t heard of. Maybe it’s a typo.
JOEL AGAIN
HEY, J.A.!
Gregory Junior built his draft stock at the 2022 Senior Bowl practices, where NFL talent scouts saw him covering high-quality receivers from blueblood programs.
Reminds me of one of our local footballers, Bruce McNorton, who came out of Georgetown (the one in Kentucky!) and turned heads at the Senior Bowl, then was drafted in the fourth round of the 1982 draft by Detroit, where he built a nine-year career.
Wait, that was 40 years ago? No way.
OK, almost done. Guess what time it is . . .
HEY, WILLIE!
Jim Bob just finished the very worst round of golf in his life. Furious, he tossed his clubs and bag in the lake, proclaiming “I quit forever.”
He gets in his car and sits for a while, steaming.
He then storms back to the lake as his buddies watch him wade waist deep in the lake to retrieve the clubs, take the car keys out of the zip pocket, then toss the bag back in the water!
FRANK B
HEY, FRANK!
Thanks for that, and we all know that guy. Some of us are that guy. Allegedly.
Meanwhile, I think there are still a few clean golf jokes out there before this runs its course, so to speak.
The not-so-clean jokes are also appreciated, though they only get passed around to friends with questionable morals. You know who you are.
— Reach Ken Willis at ken.willis@news-jrnl.com