I understand the above. I get green grass. I love quiet. I enjoy riding around in golf carts. I like the stress of tournaments unless it's a playoff situation - say for the US Open qualifier - and yours truly needed to caddy for the above. I like fancy courses that have chefs on the 5th and 12th holes cooking up burgers and making fresh smoothies. I don't get putting and think that the entire game takes an incredibly long time (I'd change a few rules if it was up to me) ... but at least, golf and I "get" each other.
This, however, is something I don't get. I've tried. I was even given The Girl's Guide to NASCAR for my 30th birthday. I don't get ugly tracks and hot pavement. I don't get listing off nineteen sponsors before you can answer a question. I don't get the half coherent crowds cheering a flash of color blazing by on the track.But somehow, the above is more appealing to a three year old than quiet, green grass. And because of that, this is what echos through the walls of our home:
(If the second part was hard to understand, he's saying: "This is going to be fun. All right. Reach up and pull those straps tight one more time. All right. All right. Boogity. Boogity. Boogity. Let's go racing boys.")
Oh ... and don't even get me started on the pictures hanging above Joshua's bed. Those of Joey Lagano, Tony Stewart, Jimmy Johnson and Jeff Gordon. Or the routine that consists of me viewing those pictures on a nightly basis and reciting their numbers to J. How ... who afterwards applauds me on my ability to get the numbers right!
People .... HELP!
Sorry, I got nothin'!
ReplyDeleteE-why and How sure are precius, though ... so at least you gave up golf for a good cause!
Holy cow.
ReplyDeleteWish we were neighbors so we could bond during races. We're having friends over tonight to watch the race. We used to make fun of NASCAR early in our marriage and now look at us all. What happened? :)
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