How Nascar Came To My House

By | February 14, 2008 | Racing | 1 Comment

So while at dinner the other night the Budweiser shootout was on the TV and of course the 5 year old is entranced. RACE CARS! Oooo What are they doing!

So, to the best of my ability, I start to explain the pace car – the lapping, some basics about racing that I was borrowing from my days as an old school Indy Car fence hanger.

Cuz I’m an Indy Car Girl. Open Wheel racing for me. Life Begins at 225 MPH etc etc etc etc.

And then, they started wearing THIS around the house all the time.
I don’t even know which DRIVER’s hat this is….Kasey Kahne? Why do I know his name?

Oh shit.

Nascar just came to my house.

OUT VILE DEMON! OUT I SAY!

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I am a transplanted Hoosier who resides in the Atlanta metro area. I'm a die hard Colts fan and as far as I'm concerned you aren't a fan unless you suffered through Jeff George as a quarterback. I'll give you a pass if you weren't born yet, but mostly if you weren't standing beside the highway cheering the Mayflower trucks into town on the night we stole that team, well then you aren't a fan. Additionally I think that wearing a pink jersey is a brilliant way to pwn an opposing team's player. If you pick your fantasy team based on uniform color or a players "Hot Butt" - well I'm sorry you may not sit with me during games. I only speak dead languages fluently and I like to wear things that make no sense.

One Reply to How Nascar Came To My House

  1. PurpleBird says:
    February 15, 2008 at 5:22 pm

    Oh, come on. You know you love it. And even if you don’t now, you will eventually. Enjoy watching the 500! :)

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