Not A Reminder Of Bad But Good TRL

February 18th, 2001. Worst day of my life. I've been a fan of multiple drivers over the years, still am. But none got to the core of my NASCAR love like Dale Earnhardt. That day, after it was confirmed, I laid face down on the floor of my house and cried my eyes out for a good two hours. Not afraid to admit that either.

OK I need to stop now. Sure miss him, more than you know.
 
What's funny (or ironic) is that 2/18 is my birthday.
 
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