I Miss Alabamy Once Again…
Speaking of Disney-sized guilty pleasures, did anyone see Talladega? That Dega high has had me skipping around all week. I wanted to be there and normally would have been–reveling in peach cobbler and sun-burnt necks and “get-er-done” yelled across the parking lot. Alas, this April it was not to be.
Tony knocked the wind right out of me when he flipped and took that crazy ride upside down in the Busch race. And Truex, Jr. made me misty with his three-fingered, victory salute. On Sunday, I had to borrow some meds from a friend to cope with the rained out race. On Monday, I stayed home from work and watched it.
The constant lead changes–two fast lines of cars leap frogging past one another–gave me butterflies. Jr. broke my heart when he broke his engine. The final laps had me jumping. I just knew Smoke was going to light them up. But then there was Johnson. Where the hell did he come from?! He blew over the start finish line and i threw the remote.
Heavy sigh. I can’t wait for October.
Nascar? Who would had thunk it.
Will be in touch with you, but I had a moment to surf between crisises. But that moment has passed, see you in cyberspace soon.
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