Twas 120 days before racing and out at the track, not a creature was stirring, not even Brent Olson.
The signs were stored away and the picnic tables in a stack, waiting for tall tales from Alex being leader of the pack.
The pro truck drivers were nestled in their beds while visions of racing tires danced in their heads.
And Rett getting pissed cause I'm in my racing hat, driving her crazy, I now sleep with the cat.
When all of a sudden arose such a clatter, I coughed up a hairball and went to see what was the matter.
It was Herm and his beamer and it was obviously struggling. He had not had time to fix it with all the chores he was juggling.
Herm opened the trunk for he had a back up plan, as in the days when Trent had Stan.
Out popped the 2012 executive team, they are ready to go Herm said with a beam.
There was Martha and Carrie and Lori and Shawn. Lewis and Coop and Todd and Andrew all on my damn lawn!
But who could forget the most famous exec of all? You guessed it.
With a set of pawned booster cables and stiff upper lip, Trent said no worries Herm, we will pull the team through and we don't expect a tip. (Actuallly Trent used a LOT more words and some expletives)
Nothing can keep the 2012 execs from their appointed rounds. With focus, dedication and very little sleep, they will not let us down.
As they left the yard onto the next meeting, we listened to Herm and this special greeting.
Merry Christmas to all, see you opening night!
