A day ago, this column was going to be something much different. But my complaints about whether the NASCAR race was boring, my speculations about whether Jimmie Johnson is still in the Chase, and my questions about what's up with Lewis Hamilton really mean nothing now. They're just not important.
I sat down with excitement to watch the Dario v. Will championship battle. But as the afternoon went on, that excitement faded and I was filled with the same dread as when Greg Moore died. This day of celebration for IndyCar took such a wicked turn.
In the back of our heads, we all know that this is a dangerous sport. But we take safety for granted. Jimmie Johnson hit that wall hard Saturday night. And he walked away. But obviously after Sunday, we reminded again of that danger and the risks that the drivers take every time they go out on the track.
Now is not the time to speculate about the hows and whys. There is plenty of time for that. Now is the time to keep Dan Wheldon's family in our thoughts and prayers. Rest in peace, Dan Wheldon.
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