A Tribute to a Champion; Dale Earnhardt, submitted by Drew. Dale Earnhardt and his inability to avoid a fatal accident have proven to be one of the most powerful influences on the poetry and prose of complete morons, possibly even giving September 11th a run for its money. After the Intimidator slammed his #3 car into the wall and his blood exploded across his brain I'm sure the shocked silence at the speedway was only interrupted by the dull whirring of ten thousand adult children composing poems and songs about their deceased hero all at once. The same people who would soon be rhyming "we can" with "taliban" deployed their beer coolers and foam novelty fingers across the Internet, letting their simple tears breath new life into the legend.



We weren't looking; we were watching the finish line.
"There was a crash? Well, this is one heck of a time:
Which car was it? Number 19? Number 5? Number 7?"
It was Dale... One Quarter Mile From Heaven...

Nietzsche once wrote "'Evil men have no songs.' How is it, then, that the Russians have songs?" I think his maxim should be revised to "'Stupid men have no poetry.' How is it, then, that the NASCAR fans have poetry?".

– Zack "Geist Editor" Parsons (@sexyfacts4u)

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