What a day at Daytona. Ten years to the day that we lost a great, and the Truck series gives us a gem of a story. Let me preface the remainder of this by saying that I am, not was, a Davey Allison fan. So I have some familiarity with Earnhardt's supporters in that regard. I feel like there could not be a more healing result than what happened tonight. Ten years ago today, a newly rejuvenated Michael Waltrip started his first race for a fairly young race team and brand new third car owned by Dale Earnhardt. He proceeded to win his first race in four hundred plus starts. It should have been the happiest day of his life. Until he discovered the end result of the day. Today gives Michael a bit of closure. No one deserves to race 460+ races without a win. I am a Rick Mast fan, and wouldn't wish that on any driver. What tonight did was allow Mike Waltrip to finally celebrate his win at Daytona on February 18th, and not have to mourn. He can share this evening with his daughters, and reflect on his relationship with them that will hopefully last years longer than the time that Dale had with his children. Michael had the best worst gift in racing in 2001. Anyone achieving their first win in the Daytona 500 deserves the week off the following week, if only due to the party that should commence. Today he can finally enjoy Daytona in all its prestige and legend, with a love for the legend that gave him the confidence he needed to win in the first place, and also a platform for he and his family as well. The latter is what every Daytona 500 winner deserves in the first place.