Chris Corum

This Cold Beer is in honor of the track owners and promoters. The ones takin’ gut punches from every direction and still showin’ up. Y’all put up with racers raisin’ cane over qualifying order, body panels, and the same ol’ boy hollerin’ every week that the leader’s gotta be cheatin’ even though he ain’t sniffed the front row since Obama was in office. You’ve been cussed out, second guessed, and drug through the mud on social media by folks who wouldn’t last a month in your shoes. But still, you unlock them gates, fill up the concession stand, and pray the crowd’s just big enough to not lose your ass again that Saturday night. Truth is, y’all could’ve sold the land, kicked back, and sipped 2 cups of sugar sweet tea, without all this drama. But you didn’t. You stayed. You fought. You kept short track racin’ alive! So this cold beer is for you. And if I had a hundred more, I’d raise every single one in y’all’s honor. Cause we don’t thank y’all near enough, but we damn sure should 🍻