My son is a Hoosier

Henry has a new love, more of an obsession really.

Wait for it.......

Are you ready?

Nascar.

Disclaimer: If you are someone who likes Nascar, you may want to stop reading. Furthermore, you may want to re-consider being friends with me, (kidding....kind of.)

So, the whole thing came to be in a very organic nature. Ben was flipping through the channels the other day and he stopped at the channel he thought was the Cardinal game, turned out, it was Nascar. By the time he figured it out, it was too late, Henry was hooked. Seemed innocent enough. After all, he loves cars and anything with wheels really, so it would make sense that he would love Nascar.

I never really knew much about Nascar, don't have any friends that watch it, never been to a race. The only thing I knew was that I used to like the movie Days of Thunder. So, Ben downloaded a documentary style video about Nascar and watched it with Henry. Thus began my extreme dislike for the sport (I use the word sport loosely.) To be fair, it's not the racing of cars that bothers me, that part is kind of exciting. I have no problem with the athletes (again, I use the word athlete loosely.) I guess what bothers me are the "clientele" of fans who follow the sport. I hate to sound like jerk, but, dear God, I have never seem such a display of hoosier-ism (my made up word) in my life.

Several of the men had mullets. There was one point in the video where they showed the "campground" where the fans stayed during the races; and I swear I saw more than one confederate flag flying. Not to mention, many of the camps looked like they had just been hit by a tornado. They showed children running around in diapers, bare footed. While, I can only assume, their parents were at the next camp getting loaded with friends. Throw in a couple butt cheeks, and some Levi's and it 's worse than Walmart on a Friday night.