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Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Please forgive me...but I just have to get this off my chest!


I was reading Krissie Newman's blog on thatsracin.com yesterday and I was so annoyed I wanted to scream. When talking about Ryan's performance at Bristol and their Easter weekend away from the racetrack, Krissie says "even though we finished 33rd." I'm sorry, did I miss a memo? Since when did Krissie become the co-driver of the Alltel Dodge? Did NASCAR install passenger seats in the cars and I missed it? What the heck is up with that? I mean seriously...the wife is a huge part of every driver's life. More often than not, the woman has given up her entire life, dreams, aspirations and life goals to follow her husband to 36 different cities for 9 months out of the year while he goes in circles for millions of dollars. I admire that, respect it, wish I could be that selfless. But come on, she's doing nothing more than sitting on the war wagon cheering him on. Granted, she does help out in the souvenir trailer during the weekend...but a lot of family members are in the souvenir trailers. I know that DeLana Harvick is a co-owner in Kevin Harvick Inc. and that she's an integral part of the entire process. She isn't just an innocent bystander...she's the boss. She does the PR for the organization and takes care of a lot of the day-to-day operations but she is a minority. That's a completely different subject. She writes the checks, she runs the show. So can someone please explain to me why the wives talk about the race weekend in the sense of we? Maybe I'm dense, maybe it's because I'm single. I know if I was married to Denny from my lips to God's ears I would want to be a part of everything he does simply because it's one of my dreams too. I've always wanted to be a NASCAR driver, a crew chief, a tire changer...anything. But I know that it's Denny's performance, not mine and while I may be his biggest supporter, my heart may be in the car taking every lap with him...it's not me...it's him! Maybe I'm alone in this feeling. Maybe I'm just over reacting...but it bugs the crap out of me. Does the Principal's wife say "we suspended three students today" when talking about her husband's day at work? Does the Coal Miner's wife say "boy we moved a lot of coal out of the mine today...we're exhausted"? Uh...no! So why does the NASCAR wife say "we finished 33rd"? Maybe it's a secret club that I'll never understand...maybe it's one I don't want to understand. When I talk about Denny winning at Martinsville (I'm still majorly stoked about that just so you know!) I must admit that I had nothing to do with it. I prayed, I pleaded, I sweat, cried and screamed..but I had nothing to do with that performance. All the props go to D Ham...I'm accolade free. I wish it was different, but he won that race solely on his abilty, great pit stops and hard work from the crew. No matter how much I wish I could say otherwise...it's simply not true.
Boy I feel better....on to Texas!

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