Editor's Note: I can't believe this thing censors the word spelled out in the title. Shame I had to do that to get a point across...

I'm not writing this from Dover. That would amount to something sort of workish, and work is not allowed while tailgating. Thankfully, the tailgating actually ended around 8:00 last night. Had this been a previous year, I would have drank enough to make it feel like this guy was trying to break out of my skull by way of my forehead:



Dover is a wonderful racetrack. It would be a crying shame if it was to lose a race date, because it's definitely one of the most unique venues on the schedule (old-timers: did you ever think you'd see the day when a true oval would be considered a unique track style in NASCAR? Damned cookie-cutter tracks...). Realistically, the ideal situation would be to remove 600 miles from Pocono -- kill off one race and then another 100 miles from the remaining one, and it would become somewhat tolerable. But that's a different post. I digress...

Well, this photo pretty much sums up the race: one big wreck up front, with nothing exciting left to see at the end.




There was plenty of passing in the early portions of the race. Three cautions in the first 100 or so laps actually had me thinking in the stands, for the first time ever, "wow, this is a long race." It could be related to the fact that Dale Earnhardt, Jr. once again found himself in the back of the back because of someone else's miscue -- in this case, Elliott Sadler. The best line of the day came from Tony Stewart, who "claimed" 100 percent of the blame for being caught up in the accident, and adding that, "it's my fault for being anywhere close to Elliott. If I'm within a half a lap of him, I expect that to happen." Zing!

Greg Biffle, Carl Edwards and, ultimately, Kyle Busch proceeded to stink up the joint. Biffle led 151 of the first 157 laps (and then some more, but that was what I could hear over the loudspeaker in one of the few moments of the day when my scanner headphones were not holding up my broken sunglasses). Edwards led for a while, then Busch took over. Honestly, "there was a wreck, three guys led the bulk of it, and Kyle Busch led after going so fast he almost lapped himself" pretty much sums up the day. Makes me wish I bothered to drink more beer during the event.

This time last year, the race was just finishing up. That's because we sat through a cold, windy, rainy day on Sunday only to have to return on Monday to actually witness a race. I'm not entirely sure which year was a worse experience, to be brutally honest.