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Summary: A look into the mind of a champion.
AUTHOR: Mick
EMAIL: mick@cryptoffic.com
RATING: PG
SERIES: From the Desk of...
CHARACTER: Jeff Gordon, Jeff POV
WORD COUNT: 496
DISCLAIMER: If I owned them, I'd be too busy to write this stuff. Just fiction, folks.
I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
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Miami, Florida - November 17, 2008
It figures. It fucking FIGURES. Three in a row. The fucker actually did it. Not that I’m surprised, but fuck. He didn’t even mention me in Victory Lane. He barely acknowledged me when I swallowed my pride and went to congratulate him. He didn’t even want to look at me. I got more out of Chad than Jimmie. At least Chad knows he owes me as much as he owes Rick. Were it not for me talking up Jimmie as much as I did to get him his ride and sponsors, Chad might not be such a successful Crew Chief. He could’ve gotten stuck at DEI, floundering with Truex or Menard. Shit, even Chandra gave me a hug and I’m not her favorite person by a long shot. Not with the history Jimmie and I have. The history I wish I could erase, lately. Maybe then it wouldn’t hurt as much as it does every time he brushes me off in Victory Lane and his thank you speeches. It really shouldn’t hurt so much with all the time that’s gone by; with all the things that have changed, but deep down it still burns. I hate that he still has some tiny bit of a hold over me.
I wouldn’t change my life for anything. Ingrid was the best thing to ever happen to me. She loves me and accepts me and all my flaws. She knows I’m not perfect and she knows how badly I’ve been burned in the past. She’s been by my side for a long time, through a lot of really difficult times. Ingrid’s as close to perfect as a woman can come, and I’m not just looking through rose colored glasses. I’ve never met anyone who didn’t like or get along with my wife. She’s incredible. Were it not for her, I’m not sure I’d be the man I am today. Between Jimmie and…her…I was a broken, shattered, empty man when I met Ingrid. She helped me put the pieces back together. She filled a lot of the holes the others had left behind.
Still though…there’ll always be a void or two that won’t go away. I don’t know if Jimmie even realizes what he does to me sometimes. He’s so happy with Chandra and “their” life, “their” friends, that he barely even notices me anymore. His complete oblivion toward me and our past is probably what makes it sting so bad. If he’d at least acknowledge my existence…fuck if he’d even just FEIGN gratitude, maybe then I could move on for good. It’s not like I want him back in the relationship sense, but we WERE friends at one point. Practically family. It’d be nice to be able to just hang out for an hour or two like we used to do.
Guess it’s just too much to ask for. Guess I’ll just have to skip his victory celebration this year. Not like he’d even miss me, anyway. Ungrateful twit.
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