I got a cowboy hat today because that was the most appropriate garb I could think of for attending the Bank of America 500 on Saturday Night.
For the record, since I suppose I will have to root for someone to turn left better than the others, I’m rooting for hometown boy Martin Truex. I don’t even think he’s in the hunt or the dash or the dart or whatever the kids call what is essentially the NASCAR playoffs, but I think I’ll be slightly more respected by fellow fans than if I spend the whole day looking for Ricky Bobby.
Then again, is that really the admiration I am looking for?
Wooo! I like to party!