I haven’t written an entry lately about my observations on living in the South. I don’t suppose this is really an observation but more of a change in lifestyle.
I must confess that I now watch NASCAR. I know the sport itself has become wildly popular in the last few years but I’ve never been a person to even consider watching it. Of course I’ve heard of certain drivers before like Jeff Gordon, Dale Earnhardt Jr. and the Busch brothers, Kyle and Kurt. And in the years that I lived in Las Vegas, the Las Vegas Motor Speedway was built. Being completely honest here, I always equated the sport with rednecks and I don’t mean it in a positive way.
In the last few weekends, I have found myself in front of the television with my husband watching the current NASCAR Busch Series. In addition to watching the races, I have become familiar with other drivers, their major sponsors and their standings as well as the mechanics of the race itself. I don’t cheer on a particular driver yet and don’t know if I even will. Frankly, watching a bunch of men race around a track can be exciting just because of the dynamics of their pole position at any given time during the race and the potential for wrecks. In fact, even my husband is surprised at how much knowledge I’ve acquired just by watching a few races.
But don’t expect me to be one of those women groupies who follow a driver like they are a movie star or paste stickers on my car with the number of my favorite driver. I may be assimilating to the South but I do have my boundaries.