So here is a fun story from Sonoma today. We took my 5 year old because A) he loves the races, but
Sonoma was doing a meet and greet with Larson, Hamlin and McMurray(his driver). To get in you had to ha e a wristband that they were giving out starting at 9am when the track opened. We arrive at 845 and walk to where the wristbands are. Apparently, they opened the track to the people in the campground at 8......and all the wristbands are gone. My son claims to not be disappointed, but you can see it on his face, which for a parent, is the worst. So after feeling like parental failures, I make a plan B and plan C. First I was going to stake out the place where they were signing and determine where they would be entering from. If that didn't work I had $100 Bill ready to buy my way in, lol. I didn't tell my wife about plan C. All we wanted was a quick bit of recognition from Jamie to my son. He has been talking about just saying Hi to him for 3 years. I nailed it on Plan B as Hamlin pulls up and exits a car. We don't move because we don't care. So now I know I have the right idea. However, so do about 20 other adults. Larson walks up as another vehicle pulls up and all hell breaks loose. McMurray jumps out and is rushed into the autograph session. They sign for about 20 minutes. I'm not waiting with my Son at the exit. I watch the PR guys exit in the back and I step around the crowd and rush to where they are exiting right as Jamie comes out. I yell a couple times to him and as he looks I thrust my kid into his face in full Mac gear. He gives him a "what's up buddy, and a fist pound." To which my kids mouth falls open and Larson laughs. Now, I am in full Larson gear and he looks at me puzzled as we we just turn around and leave him standing there. Then the mass of humanity begins chasing them as we celebrate our winning back the weekend like we are in victory lane.
I have to say that I was literally willing to do anything for that moment which is funny because I am pretty unimpressed by athletes. I later told my wife about plan C and she shook her head and asked if I was going to consult her. My only response was that I had to do what I had to do. She said, i know.....its a NASCAR thing.
Now we are walking around the hotel calling ourselves and our drivers a couple of front row joes.