so what you’re telling me is that I should take down the #3 sticker off of the rear window? gotcha.

aint it boring to watch ppl drive racing cars like a millions of laps....have alwzy wondered what was excitin bout all that .

car racing is to sports as brittney (is that spelled right—who cares?) is to musician.

You ever hear that George Carlin bit about modifying sports?  Bury mines in the outfield in baseball.  Leave injured players on the field in football.  Maybe these modifications would work in NASCAR.  Mine the track and leave the wrecks out there.

i read this about 2 hrs ago, and am only able to comment on it now, due to the convulsions of laughter i suffered after reading. 

damn you, chuckles!!

I am fairly certain that there are people in my state that would kill you for your suggestions.

There are even people here who consider NASCAR negativism an apostasy.  Luckily, they’re the ones who don’t understand what I just said so I can usually befuddle them before they get too riled up.  The local speedway, Sears Point, has just changed its name to Infineon.  “Sears Point” has a certain classic americana quality.  “Infineon” sounds completely bogus.  They have a huge sign that features a three-D plastic cow with racing stripes, goggles, and huge exhaust ports.  At least they have each other.

I agree wholeheartedly.  I periodically find myself watching baseball and golf, but not NASCAR.  Never NASCAR. 

My local paper devotes an entire page to NASCAR, every day for the duration of the Winston Cup season.

Just don’t ever say these things about NASCAR in the south and you’ll be just fine.

Whoa!  Wait a gull-dern cotton-pickin’ minute, thar, pahdner!  NASCAR ain’t jest dat der Winston Cup.  Sho’ nuff, thet’s the cig-ee-ret pahtuvvit, but thars the Boooooosch Series—thet’s the beer pahtuvvit and they’s jest had the TrimSpa Dream Body two-fiddy race.  And don’t yuh fergit bout duh Craftsman Truck Series fer dem dad-blasted good buddy truckers.  Woooooooo-doggy!

As you may recall from an earlier comment I posted, my beloved husband hid his love of NASCAR from me until I was so enamored with him that I could accept even that flaw.

What scares me is that:
1. I know the names (and numbers) of many of the racers
2. I have actually watched part of some races with him
3. I know which weekends they race in Martinsville, the Poconos, Richmond and Daytona (but don’t ask me when Talladega is, I’m not that bad)
4. Our new Lowes credit card is a 3D image of Jeff Gordon’s (# 24!) car racing across the card.

I’m sorry. After four years, there is no escape. I hang my head in shame.

Anyone can learn from pain.