We love Pixar movies. We loved Cars. Joe loved Cars. We ended up with a fleet of Cars cars. So it wasn't a big surprise when, one day, Chris happened upon a real NASCAR race on TV this past spring and Joe begged to watch it. April in Talledega. One big (scary) crash. Jimmie Johnson wins. Result: One three-year-old Jimmie Johnson fan.
It doesn't matter where we go. If Joe sees a Lowe's or a 4 anywhere on a sign, he asks if that is Jimmie Johnson. On Sundays, when we are trying to watch a football game, Joe is begging to watch racing.
My respect for sports is growing. Before I paid attention, I thought football was guys piling up on each other down after down with a few passes here and there. I am just beginning to understand the strategy and thought that goes into it all. Good football players are smart. Racing is not just a car tearing around the track...
I still wonder sometimes how it is we can spend so much money just for the sake of winning and entertainment, but regardless, I'm letting myself get sucked in. A few weeks ago, when the 48 car got tangled up in a crash on the third lap, well... I guess I'll admit there is more than just one NASCAR fan in the house.
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