I am freaking exhausted. We just got home about 2 hours ago from today’s NASCAR Sprint Cup race at the Las Vegas Motor Speedway. We left the house around 9AM this morning so it was a pretty long day. It took about 2 hours to get to the track which wasn’t a blast but once we got there it was all uphill from there. I have to say, even not being a race fan, it was really awesome. I have enjoyed watching a few races on TV here and there but never thought I’d ever go to a race. However when Kristin got a few really good free tickets, who was I to pass it up? I mean how bad could it be? Well it wasn’t bad at all.

It’s definitely a sensory explosion being at a race. I mean of course there’s the obviousness of watching the cars fly by and you can kind of imagine how loud the engines sound when 43 of em explode out of a turn within 15 seconds of one another but you don’t think too much about the smell of burning rubber and smoke as someone wrecks and you really don’t think about the actual taste of burning rubber and tar? when you’re getting pelted with black stuff that likes to stick to the sun-tan lotion on your face and somehow get in your teeth when you’re trying to take a drink of water. That can’t be healthy but hey, I like to think I trained my lungs last night when I was smoking that cigar.

Re-gard-less, the show started with the flying Elvii, moved on to the USAF Thunderbirds, which I had not seen before and were awesome, and then moved on to the race which had tons of cautions, albeit nothing major at our turn. The crowd was huge, something like 150,000 people, had some awesome mullets, some insane sun burn and really loved their Bud Light. Especially that Jeff Gordon fan 3 rows in front of us. He really loved the Bud Light and Jeff Gordon.

I really don’t have a favorite driver and for some reason I was pushing for different people throughout the race however never for Jeff Gordon. That guy was incredible though. He wrecked, dropped way back, and then somehow got right back into the top 5 somehow. And he did it fast. I still don’t know how he did it. I was also pushing for Jeff Burton while he was in first since we were surrounded by probably 100 CAT people and Jimmie Johnson to climb out of his huge hole until he crashed at the end. Kyle Busch ended up winning the race on his home turf which I guess was the best outcome. If I was gonna root for anyone it probably should have been one of the Busch brothers. Oh well, I’m going to bed. I gotta work tomorrow. That sucks.

I’m currently watching: American Dad