Sure, the guy in car #29 won the Daytona 500. It's a thirty-seven hour ordeal that no human can watch in it's entirety. The cars rumble around ad nauseum, bumpin' & grindin' & pittin' & spittin' while guys with southern accents comment on how this, that, and the other thing will better position so & so to win when the checker falls in about twelve more hours. There are some spins and such, and the occasional crowd shot of white people wearing black hats with the number three emblazoned on it. And the cars keep on drivin' round 'n round 'n round. And then it happens. A last lap is declared. And the drivers and their cars start bumpin' & grindin' & spittin' (no pittin') even harder and the car that's leadin' starts to get caught by a car that's trailin' and then all hell blows-up. A multi-car spinfest erupts. The car that's trailin' passes the car that was winnin' and everyone starts hollerin'. Some are hollerin' about a great come-from-behind win, 'n others are hollerin' about some cheatin' sumbitches not throwin' a caution flag before the trailin' car catches the leadin' car. But then amidst all the normal NASCAR hollerin' about who won 'n who got cheated, greatness happens ... One of the cars that commenced to spinnin' when the trailin' car was acatchin' the leadin' car flipped onto his hood. And he kept aspinnin' and aspinnin' on his hood while others kept spinnin' and just ol' racin' goin' past him. But he kept spinnin' on his hood down the track. Fire started comin' out his car, but he kept spinnin' on his hood down the track. And whattayou know? He crossed the finish line - while spinnin' and a flamin' all the while on his hood! I don't care who won. THAT guy had the honor of having the type of finish that those of us who channel surf (or PIP) until the last five laps will remember. It will keep us channel surfing (or PIPin') until the last five laps of the Daytone 500 for a couple more years, I suspect. Way to go spinnin' flamin' on the hood guy!