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Showing posts with label Charlotte. Show all posts

Sunday, May 25, 2025

CHARLOTTE MAY 2025

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Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Rough landing

TEXAS MOTOR SPEEDWAY

In the 1990s, the Winston Cup Media Tour
was flying back to Charlotte from Texas on a large airplane. We'd been visiting the just-built Texas Motor Speedway in Fort Worth.


We were having trouble landing, probably from ice on the wing; I'm not sure. Anyway, a lot of sports writers were asleep. Suddenly, it felt like we were floating, then we dropped and went WHAM!


I was awake on the left side of the packed plane, holding my laptop in my arms.


A sleeping friend of mine in the back of the plane was startled to awaken to an air mask hitting him in the face. He and a few others probably felt a few moments of panic.


Cup driver and pilot Mike Wallace, who was flying with us, told us the pilot was overshooting the landing strip, so he stalled the plane. That's why we felt the drop and the wham.


I've flown since then, but I'm always happy when we land safely.


And I think of that landing every time someone mentions TMS.


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(the book of great NASCAR stories)

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More blog entries by Tom Gillispie

Anecdotes by Tom Gillispie

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Throwing out the first can of Spam


A FIRST PITCH BY HALL OF FAMER NOLAN RYAN

In the mid-1990s, a bunch of sports writers
were attending a minor-league baseball game in Charlotte, N.C., as the guests of Winston Cup (later NASCAR) Scene magazine.


My friend Jim McLaurin was driving, and I was riding shotgun.

I don't remember the game, but I do remember the pre-game. Spam was Lake Speed's main sponsor, and Lake threw out the ceremonial first can of Spam.

Naturally, he threw a sinker, and the catcher took it out of the dirt. I can't imagine it being any other way.

I also remember that I drove back to the motel.

I also don't remember if the home team was the Charlotte O's or the Charlotte Knights. But I DID later remember singing during the seventh-inning stretch. I love to sing.


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