I'll tell you what... I watched that race, but since the crash happened almost at the exact time of Michael Waltrip crossing the finish line, FOX didn't really focus on it. Big Brother Darrell was justifiably happy for his little brother, but when he finally realized him what had happened back in turn four, he got quiet pretty fast. After the (shortened) celebration, I basically turned the TV off and went about my ways... I mean, in 99% of these crashes, the drivers just climb out and walk away.
Roughly an hour later, I heard someone mention the death... I, like bryang, didn't believe it, but I turned the television back on anyway. Then, there it was. "Dale Earnhardt dies in a crash in the final lap of the Daytona 500." Only one word can describe it: surreal.
Though I've never been a huge NASCAR fan, my favorite driver was always Earnhardt. He's the first "big name" I remember, and I suppose it just stuck with me.
Let's not forget about the family he leaves behind. No matter how much the media talks about this or how many of us are going to miss him, there's still a wife out there that just lost her husband, and some kids that just lost their dad. That's just plain heartbreaking.
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Matt Lynch
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*** This post was edited by Lynch on 2/18/2001. ***