Warning--Redneck Content

I used to hate NASCAR, and then I liked it and watched it, then I followed it, but didn't watch it, and now I sort of follow it and watch a couple of laps here and there. I watched the final race of the season recently, because one of the drivers I like was in contention to win the championship. If you don't watch NASCAR, the rules of it have been changed in the last few years, and now it's mostly just stupid (more stupid than driving around in circles for four hours doing nothing but wasting gas and risking your life). Plus, since it is the 'fastest growing sport', little rules and regulations change on an almost weekly basis to satisfy new fans and sponsors. Anyhoo, Jimmie Johnson (one of the few drivers who is consistently good and doesn't drive like an idiot) won the championship. I just read that Jimmie broke his wrist after...wait for it...falling out of a golf cart. His JOB is to handle corners at 200 mph, and some guy takes a corner a little too sharply in a golf cart and poor Jimmie goes flying. Whether you like NASCAR or not, you gotta admit that's ironic. And if you take a moment to get the picture in your head (the golf cart; the sudden turn; the big guy in the blue and white race suite flying out, flailing his arms about, and perhaps rolling down a conveiniently nearby hill) it's pretty funny. Or maybe I've just seen America's Funniest Home Videos too much. I've gotta thank Tetley Tea for making this blog possible today (gotta get those sponsors in there--oh my god, did I just make a NASCAR inside joke?) Alright, that's it. Hopefully I'll be okay in the morning.