I've been Bubba-fied
This past weekend I attended my first NASCAR race! Casey, a friend of mine got free tickets, so I figured what the hell. It was an experience like none other. First off, the stadium or racetrack holds 250,000 people, and it was completely full. The size and energy of this place was astonishing. The cars are so freaking loud and fast, and I could walk down to the fence that separates me and cars (doing 200 mph) by 10 feet. It's definitely a rush. Secondly, you can bring in all the food and drinks (including alcohol!) you want as long as it fits under you seat. We got totally blitzed on our PBR (when in Rome...) and loved every minute of it. Except for the middle of the race - got kinda boring. But those first and last 100 laps, man, very exciting!
Pretty big deal. I saw an hour long Randy Travis concert. Fighter jets flew over during the star spangled banner. Dub-ya did the "gentlemen start your engines" live via videotape (everyone cheered - get shot for booing).
Needless to say, I felt a little out of place for many reasons. I think I was the only person there not sporting some dude's number. And boy-howdy, people hate that Jeff Gordon guy. During the opening introductions the people next to us would cheer like crazy for their guy, then boo every other racer. I had no idea the number of people into NASCAR and to the huge extent. Nor did I realize the high population of mullet, jean shorts people still out there. My favorite was the father/son matching mullets. Classy. And I can now go the rest of my life without hearing "Git-R-Dun" again. Seriously, is it really necessary to say it every time you finish urinating? Our tickets were way at the top (in the shade luckily) and had a face value of $125. Not to stereotype or be judgmental, but how do these people pay for that? I guess if it's only twice a year, it can be justified. Or should I say bubba-fied.
I'm not into at all, and wouldn't pay to see that, but I'm not saying I won't go back.
Pictures coming soon, if I can get my deadbeat friend to send them to me. Hopefully none too incriminating. My good-looking self, classy NASCAR ladies, and a camera is a bad combination.
Pretty big deal. I saw an hour long Randy Travis concert. Fighter jets flew over during the star spangled banner. Dub-ya did the "gentlemen start your engines" live via videotape (everyone cheered - get shot for booing).
Needless to say, I felt a little out of place for many reasons. I think I was the only person there not sporting some dude's number. And boy-howdy, people hate that Jeff Gordon guy. During the opening introductions the people next to us would cheer like crazy for their guy, then boo every other racer. I had no idea the number of people into NASCAR and to the huge extent. Nor did I realize the high population of mullet, jean shorts people still out there. My favorite was the father/son matching mullets. Classy. And I can now go the rest of my life without hearing "Git-R-Dun" again. Seriously, is it really necessary to say it every time you finish urinating? Our tickets were way at the top (in the shade luckily) and had a face value of $125. Not to stereotype or be judgmental, but how do these people pay for that? I guess if it's only twice a year, it can be justified. Or should I say bubba-fied.
I'm not into at all, and wouldn't pay to see that, but I'm not saying I won't go back.
Pictures coming soon, if I can get my deadbeat friend to send them to me. Hopefully none too incriminating. My good-looking self, classy NASCAR ladies, and a camera is a bad combination.
posted by superjay at 3:36 PM
3 Comments:
One of our higher ups (you know, the ivory tower type) at the company I work at is a big NASCAR fan, but I'm sure she has a luxury box, well above the rif-raf below!
That's hilarious, I'm going to have to start saying "Git-R-Dun" after urinating... and sex.
yeah the chicks dig "Git-R-Dun".
Another cool thing is that we rented these Nextel radios with a 5" video screen in it. You enter the number of the car you want and you can listen to the driver talk to his guy up in the box. With the video, you enter any car number and see a front, back, and inside the car view of every car, plus whatever is on the jumbotron, all via wireless video. cool shit.
this "chick" does not dige "git-r-dun." after peeing, maybe. after sex, definitely not.
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