So I went down on the floor — if I couldn't get into the upper level, how could I get on the floor? — and I went to see Winston PR guy Rob Goodman. Rob, someone I knew pretty well, was dealing with Tony Stewart. Maybe he was showing him around; I don't know.
Anyway, I told Rob my problem, and he said I should get anywhere with my credential, other than the auction section (where I didn't want to go anyway). He sent me back upstairs. As I was leaving, Stewart hollered at me and said to tell them Tony sent me. We laughed, I waved, and I went on.
I went back to the upper level. After the staffer let me in, I told him the Tony Stewart "Tell 'em Tony sent you" story. The staffer laughed, and asked me to guess his name.
Tony?
I didn't have any more problems that day.
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