Long-suffering 21 fan sees payoff
I love the infield at the Daytona International Speedway. I like to come in early on Daytona 500 race day and walk the rows of RVs and tricked-out school buses. I love to inhale the early morning campfire smoke, smell the bacon and eggs, and listen to the laughter and the lies.
I always take stock of the flags that snap through the ocean breeze, proudly declaring their owners' driver allegiances. On Sunday morning I noticed one flag in particular, one that stood out both because of ...
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