Showing posts with label Dale Earnhardt. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 20, 2007

NASCAR Cracks in the Foundation Part 1



by Dale Nixon

It was supposed to be a prime-time showcase for NASCAR; a shootout of the sport's best drivers, along with the most popular, in a complicated multi-"segment" format. No mention of quarters or time limits, so comparisons to the dreaded stick and ball sports crowd could be vigorously avoided.

The payoff to the winner? A cool million spacebucks.

No bragging rights on a Hawaiian beach, like the NFL. No extra World Series home game, as in baseball.

A million clams to the first guy to take the checkered flag.

Everyone else fights for the scraps.

So why, then, did tens of thousands of fans attend the Saturday night race at Charlotte nee Lowe's Motor Speedway, the acknowledged hub of the NASCAR universe, disguised as empty blue seats?

The problem is not unique to Charlotte's All-Star race, which in all fairness is a precursor to the main event Coca Cola 600 Memorial Day, but is certainly a subject the sport's movers and shakers would rather avoid. If NASCAR can't fill the seats in the epicenter of the racing community and future site of the sport's Hall of Fame, what sort of message is being sent by the fans? Have they become bloated by the bulimia of the NASCAR marketing machine? Have rising ticket prices created by sparkling new facilities crowded out the average fan? Were all the Dale Jr. fans merely sitting home, paralyzed with indecision and awaiting the next breathless report of the Chosen One's forthcoming departure from DEI?

It is probably a little of each.

First, any analysis of NASCAR's attendance figures comes with a caveat emptor - the sanctioning body and the participating tracks as a matter of policy do not provide specific attendance figures. Part of the reason is theoretical, so that a relatively full race day crowd can be inflated to sponsors and TV advertisers.

The other reason is a bit more pragmatic - race day is a don't-even-wait-for-the-ink -to-dry cash factory. A Federal Reserve shod by Goodyear. If the specific numbers are not exposed, there is no reason to believe there will be a corresponding interest by those seeking to collect taxes not already under the thumb of the ISC (International Speedway Corp, NASCAR's parent company and owner of 11 tracks on the Nextel Cup schedule). It is also a policy adhered to by Indianapolis Motor Speedway for roughly the last hundred years, in which the track was unable to provide the public with the actual number of seats until motor scribe Curt Cavin of the Indystar took it upon himself to count them by hand himself. Three times for accuracy. The magic number, incidentally, was 257,325.

Expansion of facilities has been a buzzword in the NASCAR world for most of the last decade, with tracks adding seats at a record pace and many seemingly involved in a battle to outglitz each other with sparkling overhauls of existing tracks, the latest being the jewel-like polishing of the track formally unaffectionately known as the "turd in the desert" - Las Vegas Motor Speedway. But expansion of some has left other facilities with actual racing heritage as forsaken as the first wives at a convention of middle-aged venture capitalists.

The Mother's Day weekend race at Darlington, SC the previous week was also marked by vast expanses of empty aluminum bleachers, despite being one of the few up-close-and-personal old school track remaining on the Nextel *(soon to be Sprint) Cup calendar. For those who wish for the "old days" it was an opportunity missed.

"When I was at Darlington I was trying to sell every ticket I could, which was the only way to make the case. Even today, you hear all of this stuff about California not selling out. California sells 80,000 tickets or more," NASCAR Vice President for Corporate Communications Jim Hunter told Myrtle Beach Online. At Darlington for the spring race when I was there, we'd be fortunate if we sold 45,000 tickets. In the day and age of public companies and looking out for investors, it didn't come as a surprise."

As Hunter noted, California Speedway, a state-of-the-art facility built on a reclaimed industrial waste site in the largest market on the NASCAR schedule, has a similar problem with invisible fans. Speedway president Gillian Zucker, brought in to prop up the attendance figures by the NASCAR hierarchy last year, offered Yahoo's Jerry Bonkowski a novel explanation:

Zucker claimed that part of the reason so many empty seats could be seen was that many fans were in the midway area and under the grandstands "shopping during the race and … at concession stands."

Longtime fans have lamented the multitude of changes in the NASCAR race machine, in which corporate promotions and TV scripting (the phantom debris yellow) have supplanted on-track action. The WWE-style weekly subplot lines of heroes (Jeff Gordon, Dale Earnhardt Jr., Jimmy Johnson, Tony Stewart) versus villains (The Busch Brothers, Gordon and Johnson (to Earnhardt fans) and rising rookie villain Juan Montoya) is tired and simplistic, while adding precious little to the drama. Earnhardt, the biggest star in the sport, has noticed the seats are not as full as they were a few years back.

"There was an oversized expectation to be able to fill those seats out there," Earnhardt said, referring to the 92,000 seats at the track 50 miles east of Los Angeles. "People in Hollywood could care less."

The rising ticket costs have been offered as an integral part of the problem, with a combination of new facilities and catering to big-money corporate luxury box clientele squeezing the average fan from the track.

Overexposure is not a valid explanation, NASCAR President Brian France told Monte Dutton of the Gaston Gazette. While admitting that both live attendance and television ratings were down in the 2006 season, France said it would take some time to verify the end result of the sweeping overhaul of the NASCAR rulebook, one which took the term "Chase for the Cup" to the brink of Lindsey Logan-like self-immolation. France, as befits the head of a multi-billion dollar entertainment empire, was unapologetic for shaking things up.

“Some are going to think we went too far, and some are going to think we didn’t go far enough,” said the NASCAR chairman. “We try to think we got it just right.”

So in other words, NASCAR's right. And the rest, including those seated in the empty seats, are undoubtedly wrong.

Somebody get them a beer, they have been out there for a while.

For the rest, good seats are still available.

Monday, March 5, 2007

Chip and Salsa Time for NASCAR


by Dale Nixon

Take on the throne
And make it your own
I said, take on the throne
And make it your own

You know- That the war is on
You know- That it can't be won
You know- That the fix is in
And you know that I always win

You know- The good guys lost
You know- War is high on cost
You know- You cannot win
And you know the fix is in

- from Entombed “The Fix is In”


Conspiracy theorists have historically and hysterically had a field day with NASCAR racing. One of the oldest sports urban myths is that of “the call” - the idea that NASCAR officials can and would allow certain teams or drivers to cheat in specific races so that an advantageous event could take place, thus raising the profile of the whole sport. After all, NASCAR's France family are cum laude graduates of the Academy of Vince McMahon WWF/E stage management.

Need Dale Earnhardt to win the Daytona 500, the one accomplishment remaining on his racing resume? Blam - so let it be done. Need Dale Earnhardt Jr. to win at Daytona after his father's tragic death to turn it back into a feel-good story? Blam...it's easy enough to do when NASCAR itself provides the officials that inspect each of the cars, often for details in which a quarter-inch of ground clearance can provide a significant competitive advantage on the track.

So it was really no big surprise that the stock car world's star import Juan Pablo Montoya of Columbia won the NASCAR Busch Series Telcel-Motorola 200 on the 2.518-mile Autodromo Hermanos Rodriguez circuit in Mexico City Sunday afternoon. First Hispanic driver to win a NASCAR event? Check. First Spanish-speaking driver to win in Mexico? Check. Huge television coverage and ratings in all of Central and South America? Check. Exponential expansion of NASCAR and potential sponsors to a lucrative and growing Spanish-speaking market? Check. Ammunition to dethrone the reputation of NASCAR as a hillbilly-redneck-white-as-Ricky Bobby's-Wonder-Bread sport? Checkmate.

The fact that Montoya punted NASCAR part-timer and Chip Ganassi racing teammate Scott Pruett on lap 72, probably the only other driver on the track with as extensive a road-course resume as JPM, was almost inconsequential. The finish seemed to be a foregone conclusion before the haulers headed south of the border to NAFTA's cheap labor colony. Cue the mariachi band and mix the margueritas, it's a Cinco de Marcho, presented by the socially aware and progressively nouveau liberal NASCAR.

"I'm very sorry about what happened with Scott,'' Montoya said. "I thought he saw me and when he came across I had no room to go.''

Yeah sure you are, Juan. Terrible. Awful. Probably won't be able to sleep tonight or all week. Oh yeah, that's because you will be doing interviews 23 hours a day from Bangor to Buenos Aires about your first win and what it means to the future of the sport.

"Of all the people to take you out -- your teammate,'' Pruett said. "That was just lowdown, nasty, dirty driving.''

Pruett of course, went on a little bit longer, also promising to tell his dad when he came home from work and have his mom write a letter to the principal about Juan stealing his lunch money.

But come on, Scott, do you think NASCAR, who botched the checkered flag of the Daytona Frickin' 500 two weeks ago in favor of the ultimate highlight-reel cars on fire and upside down at the finish line spectacle ending is going to listen to your part-time driving white-bread complaint? It's the new age of stock car imperialism.

Do you think anyone is going to listen?

Not a chance, bubba.

The mariachi band is too damn loud. And it's salsa time.