

The only thing going through my head while watching that was "My name is Juan Montoya! You wrecked my racecar! Prepare to crash!"

Carl's string of seven consecutive top-10 finishes was snapped at Loudon. Somehow, Milli Vanilli's "Blame It on the Rain" seems appropriate.

Jamie McMurray: "I never saw the 88 until I hit him." It's obvious Junior never saw it coming, either.

Ninth isn't that great a finish, until you realize that only one other driver in championship contention ran better on Sunday.

Like every Sunday, Jeff was watching the Weather Channel while driving, but he kept missing the "Local on the 8's."

Jeff banged fenders with Jimmie Johnson and claimed it was "just hard racing." But he still expects Jimmie to pay for the repairs.

Sometimes life isn't fair. Denny never once was outside the top 15 all day -- and still wound up eighth.

After New Hampshire, Matt's stats sound like a sci-fi movie: "2001 (Points): A Chase Odyssey."

They say you should always look at the positives: At least the car had fresh tires and lots of fuel in it when the crew pushed it back to the hauler.

Martin won't look a gift horse in the mouth: "We've run a lot better than this all year and not finished good, so what comes around, goes around."

Another speeding ticket? Greg's insurance rates are going to go through the roof.

When asked what he's bringing to the Hendrick Motorsports July 4 picnic, Casey resisted the urge to say "a heaping helping of crow."

After finishing 16th, Brian was looking for a weatherman to beat up after the race.

Clint thought he had signed up for one of those membership warehouses, but he wound up instead getting clubbed by Sam.

I swear I could hear Keith Urban's "Raining on Sunday" playing in the background during Kurt's Victory Lane celebration.