Watching the pros from the stands is great, but haven't you always wondered what the view looked like from inside? Here's your chance to ride in a NASCAR stock car on the famed Charlotte Motor Speedway. Enter to win a thrilling once-in-a-lifetime ride-along adventure on October 18, courtesy of Oskar Blues Brewery! (Click the pic to enter, or scan the QR code)
Oskar Blues and Charlotte Motor Speedway teamed up for the first time this past spring for Speed Week, and Oskar Blues will be back at the Speedway for the October 10-12 race weekend, including the Bank of America 500.
The brewery’s thirst-quenching all-American made beers, Dale’s Pale Ale and Mama’s Little Yella Pils, again will be the only craft beers available at the Oskar Blues Party Box —as well as at the Super Speedway, the Speedway Club, zMax Dragway and The Dirt Track. Cause craft beer and fast cars go together like moonshiners and lonesome ridge roads.
Oskar Blues Brewery’s Super Late Model race car has been having a RAD season with Trey Gibson at the wheel in the Southeast. Trey has three wins and two second-place finishes in his last five races. Colorado Mod Coupe driver #95 Cris Muhler has won six races this year. The Dale’s Pale Ale & Mama’s Little Yella Pils sprint cars have won three features and a handful of heat races on dirt tracks around Wisconsin.
“It’s been a blast bringing craft beer to the amazing fans of NASCAR,” says Neal Price, the man behind the Oskar Blues race car program, who will be slinging the Oskar Blues beer luv all weekend at Charlotte Motor Speedway in October.
“We are so excited to welcome Oskar Blues here. As a facility, this ensures we deliver the best products and experience for our fans, and Oskar Blues provides that,” says Brandy Mills, CMS business development director.
If you’re a race fan, here’s your chance to win a ride-along in a NASCAR stock car, and enjoy a CAN of Oskar Blues Brewery’s cold refreshing voluminously-hopped Dale’s Pale Ale or crisp gold medal winner Mama’s Little Yella Pils at the races.
My story is typical. I was born a poor, Black child. I survived the mean streets of the Buffalo suburbs and four straight losses in the Super Bowl, grew into a mature adult and pillar of the community, and made my parents proud. OK, well, part of that is true. I was indeed raised in the Buffalo 'burbs...North Tonawanda, to be exact. The rest? Well, can't a guy dream?
Here's some highlights. I was a big baby. Like, 20 lbs. Maybe a few less. Mom always reminds me of the pain. The guilt ensures she gets great birthday presents. I have a brother two years older, and he used to make my life a living Hell, like any good brother should. That stopped when I turned 12, and was bigger than him. I spent most of my formative years annoying my elders. That includes parents, teachers, and the police. If I wasn't in after-school detention, I was being questioned for the latest neighborhood "incident". Looking back, it a was all pretty harmless. Well, maybe not the thing we did to our Spanish Teacher. But that's a story for another time. Sports helped keep me out of any serious trouble. Get suspended...and you were kicked off the team. So that only happened once. Maybe twice. With hopes and dreams, and a suitcase filled with Molson Canadian Lager, I headed off to college. Less than a year later, and a plea agreement with a reduced sentence (like I said...never convicted), my college experience wasn't exactly going as planned. But, with threats of bodily harm from Mom solidly in my back pocket, I managed to graduate from Gannon University in Erie, PA, and looked forward to a lucrative career in broadcasting. Soooooooo...I've bounced around from station to station in such vacation hot spots as Clearfield, PA, Joplin, MO, Evansville, IN, and Fayetteville, NC. In February of 1999, I took the job that I have now (more or less).
I never did find that pot of gold, but I've had a lot of fun along the way. And moving here was the best thing that ever happened to me. I met my beautiful wife, Stacy, while watching a Bills game at what used to be Damon's on Tunnel Road, and we were married in September of 2001. I lost my wedding ring in a bizarre chicken wing incident (true story), so I really have no proof. But I think she'll vouch for me. We don't have any children, but we do have cats...lots and lots of cats. I'd love to tell you exactly how many, but I lost track. Seriously, I started counting them the other night, but had to stop after I'd used all my fingers and toes. I was plum out of digits.
So that's my story. Of course, some of the sordid details have been left out due to pending legal action. But, Judge...I swear I had no idea that pig was your pet!