I didn't really need an excuse not to go to a NASCAR race, but I'm sure a lot of people do.
Well, here's one for you. There was a big crash at Talladega yesterday and seven fans were hurt by flying debris. One person's jaw is probably broken.
Okay, I truly don't understand why folks go to a track and watch cars plastered with advertisements drive around in a circle for hundreds of laps. If this is entertainment, I'm Ben Vereen.
Even if I wanted to watch them and smell the aroma of burning fossil fuel and tires I think I would be concerned that a rogue vehicle might hurtle in my direction. Okay, it's not a given, but a definite possibility.
Is getting out alive the thrill people are hoping for? Or is it more of a thrill to say Jeff Gordon's grill is imbedded in your ass?
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