Damn it. An hour and 20 minutes into the movie and I'm still bawling. After all these years I still cry when I hear or talk about Sr. When Dale died a piece of me died. I now know how Grampa felt when Davey Allison died. I cried through this whole movie. I wish I could have shared it with Ginger but she didn't want to watch it because she said if she did she'd probably never watch another race. I just wish I could have shared my hero with her. I'm a wreck right now. I'll never sleep tonight. I wish I had a beer.