In the past, I have been accused of being a shill for IndyCar. I certainly don’t feel that way, but when something good happens with the NTT IndyCar Series – I tend to celebrate it. Part of that is because the series takes a lot of knocks, so when I see something good to write about, I do it. That’s not always the case. Just go back to what I wrote about on Monday regarding the massive price increases at Iowa, if you don’t believe me. Unfortunately, today is not very rosy either.
Let’s get this out of the way on the front-end. I am probably not the best expert around to judge how someone in their early-thirties looks to spend their entertainment dollars. Being almost twice their age would normally disqualify me, but even when I was in that age group – I was not a good representation of that demographic. This will probably come off as an old man yelling at a cloud, but so be it.
The 107th Running of the Indianapolis 500 is still almost six months away, but the dominos continue to fall as available seats continue to fill up. One such seat was filled a couple of weeks ago, and I’ll admit it caught me by surprise.
As we learned a few weeks ago, the Tennessee Titans are planning to build a new stadium to be ready for play in the fall of 2026. So far, there has not been a ton of resistance – so it looks as though this might happen. If it does it will greatly impact the Music City Grand Prix while the new stadium is under construction, since it will be going in the same spot that serves as the IndyCar paddock.
As I grow older, but not necessarily wiser – I am amazed at how quickly the years are passing. It’s hard to believe that Thanksgiving is already here again. It’s hard to believe that it’s been nine months since we drove down to the season-opener at St. Petersburg in late February. Suddenly we are 186 days away from the 107th Running of the Indianapolis 500, and I have a feeling it will be here before we know it. The years are passing by way too quickly. I’d like to think I have at least another thirty left in me, but that would put me at 94. This is a not-so-gentle reminder to make the most of what’s left and to take stock in all the things we should be thankful for.
If you are close to my age, you probably remember Fast Masters – racing’s answer to the old PGA Senior Tour, which is no longer branded as such. I’m assuming having the word Senior in the name conjured up images of old men sitting around a country club, swapping old war stories (if there is anything really wrong with that).
I had, what I thought, was a very good post written up for today. But I learned something yesterday morning that made me shift today’s post until Monday. It wasn’t anything that timely, so it’ll certainly keep until then. I thought it would be appropriate, considering what has happened.
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