by Steve Wronkowicz
I am co-host of the syndicated radio show: ON PIT ROW. Over ten years on the air and three on the net; see what can happen when I don't let the facts get in the way of my opinions.July 19, 2009 9:30 pm UTC 7 Comments
If it walks like, flies like, quacks like and craps like a duck… maybe its a dog.
That is where I’m at with the whole Jeremy Mayfield soap opera. So little makes sense that I’ve had to try and think way outside the box. After I finished writing my last Jeremy Mayfield post, I had to try an figure out what exactly was going on with the two diametrically opposed stories of Jeremy and NASCAR.
The only thing I can come up with is the belief that NASCAR and Jeremy Mayfield are working together for the betterment of the sport. What if Jeremy were actually working with NASCAR to help throw up the largest smoke screen in sports history? What if NASCAR were using Jeremy willingly to mask a bigger scandal with bigger names involved? True conspiracy theory stuff here. This is true 1950′s double cross movie stuff.
So little else makes any kind of sense. Comments have been make by Brian France in passing that there were other positive tests in the garage area. If those positives reflected badly on some of the bigger names in the sport wouldn’t it be in NASCAR’s best interest to divert the attention? I was told this weekend while covering the weekly series at Toledo Speedway, from the usual “reliable source” that the Shane Hmeil “bust” was intended to scare straight a high profile NASCAR driver. I don’t know if that is true, but it is a story that I believe COULD have happened.
Just like I can believe that NASCAR could be looking to use a down and out driver/owner to mask other ills in the sport. Why Mayfield you might ask? Because Mayfield is believable in the roll. You can stretch your belief system to either believe or not that Mayfield is a drug user. He has had enough weird behaviors in his past to believe he could be guilty of what NASCAR alleges; just ask Roger Penske or Ray Evernham.
Yet at the same time he shows none of the outward signs of the typical methamphetamine user. There are no rotten teeth or sunken eyes. As any good private dick from the 50′s might say; “Somethin’ stinks like a four day old carp.”
It’s the stuff that Alfred Hitchcock or Mickey Spillane could be proud.