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Ray McNulty: Next step for Danica should be NASCAR
By Ray McNulty
sports columnist
June 1, 2005
There's only one place for Danica Patrick to go from here.
And it's not Nashville.
Or Milwaukee.
Or Pikes Peak.
Nobody cares about those races.
Not really. Not the way they care about Charlotte and Talladega and Daytona. Not even with America's auto-racing sweetheart behind the wheel.
Yes, this year's Indianapolis 500 became must-see TV. But only because Patrick, who possesses the supermodel looks and high-speed driving skills needed to bring Victoria's Secret to Victory Lane, proved she was more than just a pretty face.
The race was, for the most part, what it usually is.
Boring.
All the way to the anticlimactic, yellow-flag finish.
Only when it appeared Patrick had a real chance to win, working her way into the lead on the 190th lap, did anyone not standing and cheering at The Brickyard have any reason to get excited.
That's when what's supposed to be "The Greatest Spectacle In Racing" finally became worth watching. That's when ABC's ratings soared.
For the final 15 minutes of an otherwise uneventful afternoon.
But the race ended. Patrick finished fourth. Nobody got killed.
See you next year.
Already, the buzz created by the novelty of a woman driving in the Indy 500 has dissipated. And, truth is, there will be no noticeable carry over to the next stop on the Indy Racing League Series.
We watched the Indy 500 because Patrick was driving.
We watched Patrick drive because it was the Indy 500.
It was a compelling combination.
But let's face it: Most of us aren't going to sit home on a summer afternoon and watch Patrick drive anywhere else on the IRL circuit.
Here in America, open-wheel racing simply doesn't start our engines. It is, for all intents and purposes, a foreign sport. In fact, only 14 of the 33 drivers who started Sunday's Indy 500 were Americans.
We might as well have been watching soccer.
Here in America, we prefer the paint-trading, bump-drafting, cussin' and fussin' of NASCAR, where born-in-the-USA drivers race hard in revved-up Chevys and Fords and Dodges.
As the ticket sales and TV ratings will attest: NASCAR is our kind of racing.
And Patrick, if she can handle driving heavier cars with fenders, immediately would become one of the sport's biggest draws.
She's as likeable as she is attractive. She's as tough as she is talented. She has star quality.
Think Shania Twain . . . at 200 mph.
NASCAR is the big show of auto racing, and Patrick belongs on the grandest stage.
And if she wins?
She could do for auto racing what Mia Hamm did for soccer: Little girls across the Fruited Plain will grow up wanting to be like Danica.
So it's only a matter of time before Patrick makes her move. She is, after all, only 23, only a racing rookie. She's still learning, still getting better, still finding out how good she can be.
And she might want to take another run at Indy.
But, eventually, she needs to jump to the big leagues and mix it up with the NASCAR boys at Charlotte and Talladega and, especially, Daytona — because there' only one place for her to go if she wants to become a real, American auto-racing idol.
And it's not Pikes Peak.
Ray McNulty: Next step for Danica should be NASCAR
By Ray McNulty
sports columnist
June 1, 2005
There's only one place for Danica Patrick to go from here.
And it's not Nashville.
Or Milwaukee.
Or Pikes Peak.
Nobody cares about those races.
Not really. Not the way they care about Charlotte and Talladega and Daytona. Not even with America's auto-racing sweetheart behind the wheel.
Yes, this year's Indianapolis 500 became must-see TV. But only because Patrick, who possesses the supermodel looks and high-speed driving skills needed to bring Victoria's Secret to Victory Lane, proved she was more than just a pretty face.
The race was, for the most part, what it usually is.
Boring.
All the way to the anticlimactic, yellow-flag finish.
Only when it appeared Patrick had a real chance to win, working her way into the lead on the 190th lap, did anyone not standing and cheering at The Brickyard have any reason to get excited.
That's when what's supposed to be "The Greatest Spectacle In Racing" finally became worth watching. That's when ABC's ratings soared.
For the final 15 minutes of an otherwise uneventful afternoon.
But the race ended. Patrick finished fourth. Nobody got killed.
See you next year.
Already, the buzz created by the novelty of a woman driving in the Indy 500 has dissipated. And, truth is, there will be no noticeable carry over to the next stop on the Indy Racing League Series.
We watched the Indy 500 because Patrick was driving.
We watched Patrick drive because it was the Indy 500.
It was a compelling combination.
But let's face it: Most of us aren't going to sit home on a summer afternoon and watch Patrick drive anywhere else on the IRL circuit.
Here in America, open-wheel racing simply doesn't start our engines. It is, for all intents and purposes, a foreign sport. In fact, only 14 of the 33 drivers who started Sunday's Indy 500 were Americans.
We might as well have been watching soccer.
Here in America, we prefer the paint-trading, bump-drafting, cussin' and fussin' of NASCAR, where born-in-the-USA drivers race hard in revved-up Chevys and Fords and Dodges.
As the ticket sales and TV ratings will attest: NASCAR is our kind of racing.
And Patrick, if she can handle driving heavier cars with fenders, immediately would become one of the sport's biggest draws.
She's as likeable as she is attractive. She's as tough as she is talented. She has star quality.
Think Shania Twain . . . at 200 mph.
NASCAR is the big show of auto racing, and Patrick belongs on the grandest stage.
And if she wins?
She could do for auto racing what Mia Hamm did for soccer: Little girls across the Fruited Plain will grow up wanting to be like Danica.
So it's only a matter of time before Patrick makes her move. She is, after all, only 23, only a racing rookie. She's still learning, still getting better, still finding out how good she can be.
And she might want to take another run at Indy.
But, eventually, she needs to jump to the big leagues and mix it up with the NASCAR boys at Charlotte and Talladega and, especially, Daytona — because there' only one place for her to go if she wants to become a real, American auto-racing idol.
And it's not Pikes Peak.