Guilty Pleasure
This is hard for me to admit but I am trying to figure out what is wrong with me.
I am a NASCAR fan….OMG….I don’t know why.
I get a kick out of watching it. It all started about five years ago. I was flipping through channels on a rainy Sunday afternoon and stopped at a televised race, I think it was Bristol but I could be wrong. Tony Stewart and Matt Kenseth were slamming into each other and Kenseth got the best of him. Stewart got on his radio and told his spotter to tell Kenseths guys he is going to get even, and he did. Put Kenseth in the wall and out of the race like a cop would take out a cracked out car thief late for a meeting with his dealer. That was it, I was hooked. Stewart became my guy and I have bets with my buddies and every stuff. I have yet to buy any merchandise, no shirts or bumper stickers or nothin’. See I even start to talk like ’em. But I still watch. I don’t know why.
Full Disclosure.
I had a hell of a time finding hot female fan pics, just not many out there. But there were quite a few of these:
2 thoughts on “Guilty Pleasure”
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with NASCAR there, bubba. Mind you, I do prefer Sam Adams to Budweiser.
And why am I not on your blogroll, eh? You’re on mine, I’ll have you know. 😛