Kurt Busch Fans: Please Help

"Wait a minute, Mr. Postman"

I just knew today was the day.

I turned on the TV and the Marvelettes were singing "Mr. Postman" on the classic channel.

"Please Mr. Postman, look and see, if there is a letter in your bag for me"

Yes sir, today is the day.

And then it came, not a letter, no sir, a package, an official looking package addressed to me from 151 Lugnut Lane, (catchy street name), Mooresville, N.C. I think I may need some air.

Well now that I have everyone as excited as I was, let me give you some background on this mysterious package.

Just about five weeks ago I entered an on-line contest. Like most people, I like to enter a contest just to see if I can win. Good reason, right?

Well this contest was a simple one. I actually entered it five times. Hey, it didn't say you could only enter once. Besides, I am a creative guy, I have lots of ideas, and the first ones don't usually hit the mark.

Back to the contest. All I had to do was come up with a name for Kurt Busch. He had just won a big race in Atlanta, and when he drove his victory lap, he drove it backwards! Just like he was rewinding his car.

Well shucks-be-darn if that didn't pop into my head just when I was filling out my third entry for the contest.

Guess what? Your never gonna guess. OK, I will tell you. I won!! Of course, 65 others had the same idea as I did, so they won also.

Well, about two weeks ago, I get this nice e-mail from a lady named Kristy, asking me for my mailing address and phone number. Right then, I knew I wasn't dreaming.

So I sent a reply to her with all the information she asked for, and then I waited.

Now in her e-mail, she said I was gonna get a gift pack. Of course that could mean all kinds of things. If your imagination is like mine, which I am sure it's not, then you just can't imagine all the things I thought of could be in this gift pack.

Well it finally came. Its a box full of Kurt Busch Fan Club stuff.

There's a few stickers, a pin, a T-shirt (kinda small) for me, a couple of fake looking credit cards with race schedules on the back, lighted key chain, sun glasses holder, credential holder with a lanyard, can cozie, a picture of Kurt standing next to a car, (not even a race car), and a hat.

All with Kurt Busch on them, not Roger Penske, not Miller Lite, just Kurt Busch.

Now don't get me wrong, I am a huge Roger Penske fan. Roger gave me my first-ever garage pass.

But I am not a Kurt Busch fan.

So, being the kind of guy I am, I e-mailed all four of my friends (yes all four, I am a hermit, four is all I can do) and told them if they knew a Kurt Busch fan, I would tape this box back up and send it right to them.

They in turn e-mailed their friends, who I guess e-mailed their friends. Thing is, after two days of e-mails, we can't find one Kurt Busch fan.

No one will take this off my hands.

Oh wait, Elvis is on the classic channel singing "Return to Sender."