(NOTE: This is an excerpt from the book Then Junior Said to Jeff...)
We were in the Benny Kahn infield pressroom at Daytona,
with a very young Jeff Gordon sitting in a chair on the dais. He was sitting
with his legs straight out, looking maybe 12 or 13 years old.
Suddenly, a stout voice came over the loud speaker: “Jeff
Gordon, report to your car. Jeff Gordon, report to your car.”
Gordon sat up and said something like, “I’m sorry, guys. I
gotta go. They’re calling for me.”
As Gordon walked between the tables of reporters toward the
door, Darrell Waltrip strode in. DW, the next man on the program, had a broad
grin, and it was obvious that he was the one who had called for Jeff to leave.
I always wondered if Jeff realized what Waltrip had pulled
on him.
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