So I tell my mom that I get to write columns for an up and coming racing site. I'm really excited about it, but all she can tell me is that I'm obsessed. My mother (for all of her knowledge of EVERYTHING) seems to think that I'm the only NASCAR fan alive with love for our sport.
Now, so what if I spent 25 bucks on a silver dollar with junior's face on it? I know I'm not the only one, that coin is currently on BACK ORDER, who knows when I'll actually receive it!
And on the same token, so what if I just HAD TO HAVE the box of crackers with junior's cheesy pose on the back? They're amongst my favorite crackers anyhow.
Ok, and yeah, I cried until someone got me the Dale Jarrett car tin with the little chocolate race cars inside. I don't see how that makes me obsessed.
Yes, I got every piece of NASCAR chocolate that I could get my hands on, even the 1/24 scale smashed on top hollow chocolate Tony Stewart car. Yes it was smashed, but it was the VERY LAST ONE, and besides, I can just tell folks that it's one of his wrecked cars. He was really, really mad too, by the way.
Big deal if I've got 5 different folders showcasing different aspects of my favorite sport? Thousands upon thousands of sheets of paper (from work of-course) filled with humor, statistics, pictures, tributes, stories, and whatever else I could find while surfing the web on work time. WHAT ELSE SHOULD I BE DOING AT WORK? (don't answer that)
I am, in fact, jumping on a bus, alone, in June, and heading for Sears Point to witness a race by myself. Why? Because if I take people then I have to do what they want to do, and I don't want to do that. This is my grand experience, I want to camp outside the speedway. I want to walk around aimlessly with no purpose, and nobody in my life likes car racing any-which-way, so they wouldn't be too keen on camping outside or stalking race car drivers until I get to meet them. (Did I say stalking? Whoops.)
The fact of the matter is, I love my car racing. I love watching those guys drive in (really fast) circles. I like seeing who wins, who loses, who gets pissed and retaliates then stands up for what he did (case in point- the "Gordon Affair," as I like to put it). And yes, I collect little chocolate race cars that will eventually turn to dust, but I've got it bad, and I know I'm not the only one.
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