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“Nah...I’ll likebeing real.”
Around lap two-fifty Paul did the same move he pulledearlier to pass Jameson for second again.
“Did he just...?”You could hear Jameson groan over the radio. “Man, that sucks.”
“Yep,”
“Didn’t see that one coming,”
“Neither did I...”Kyle replied.
It seemed as though Jameson had some competition thisyear between Bobby, Tate and now Paul.
“Jesus Christ,” Jameson yelled. “It feels like I’m doingtwenty-five miles an hour compared to him.”
Near the end of the race, Colin Shuman had made his wayback up to the front and was battling with Tate and Jameson for second andthird. There was no way anyone was going to catch Paul now, he had a two-secondlead on Jameson with just eight laps to go.
Colin nudged Jameson from behind causing him to fishtailgoing into turn four. Jameson corrected it and kept the spot but that didn’tstop my hothead from reacting.
“I think he did it on purpose!” he yelled.
“No, he didn’t do it on purpose...” Colin pushed against him again, Kyle laughed. “Okay maybe hedid.”
NASCAR waved the furled black flag at the two of them andColin backed off leaving Jameson to finish second.
I kept thinking that this new rivalry might turn intowhat it did with Darrin but I also knew that was racing. With Darrin Torres, itwas more than just a rivalry between them. It was an obsession to constantlyoutsmart the other. In the end, I can only guess Darrin got what he deserved.
There would always be someone trying to prove themselvesand someone getting in Jameson’s face. Like it or not, it came with racing. Thedifference needed to come from Jameson. He needed to walk away at times but healso couldn’t let other drivers walk all over him. He needed balance and maybetherapy. It was becoming evident there would be no way around not seeking outanger management for him.
Blend Line – Jameson
After the race and contenders conference, we were havingdinner in the hotel restaurant when a woman approached us.
She looked familiar but a lot of people looked familiarwhen you are constantly surrounded by fans.
I was exhausted and the last thing I wanted right now wasanother pit lizard asking me to sign her tits.
“Jameson?” she asked as though she knew me.
All of us turned to look over at her. She was tall, brownhair, green eyes. Looked similar to Sway and then it dawned on me who she was.
Fuck!
Nervously, I leaned closer to Sway, offering her my hand.I was also silently letting this woman know I was with someone.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?” I asked brusquely praying shetook that as a clue to leave.
No such luck.
“It’s me...Lauren.”She said with a smile.
This can’t be happening.
I felt Sway’s hand tense inside of my own and adjustedher hold on Axel. I didn’t say anything but looked between Sway and Lauren.
“Remember...we...” her voice faded and before I could sayany more, Sway held up her hand.
“Hello, I’m Jameson’s wife, Sway Riley.”
