wolfpangs | I wish someone *would* push Kurt Busch.

Today's highs:

1) FUNNELCAKE!!!
2) AND FRIED OREOS!!!
3) Tony Stewart's wreck was AWESOME. Made more awesome by the fact that he walked away without a scratch and managed to avoid nearly every other car as he was spinning through the air.
4) Show last night was great. Thanks again to Jake, Daniel and Nate for being so cool.
5) This moment last night--

Some drunk guy: Does anyone need a queen-size mattress and box spring set that's only been slept on by a woman who smells real good?
Daniel: How did you know?

Last night's lows:

1) A guy tried to convince me to go into the bathroom with him. [For Birminghamians only: The bathroom at the Nick.] [For the rest of you: I don't even like to use the bathroom for the usual purpose much less whatever he was trying to do.]
2) When I decided to leave last night, I couldn't find my car and had a minor freakout that it had been towed (yes, at 3am).
a. It was in a different place entirely.
b. It was always in sight of the front entrance to the Nick.

EDIT: HAHA.

"Kyle Busch would like to apologize to Casey Mears, but his NASCAR Nextel Cup competitor hasn't returned his phone calls."

Good for you, Casey! And why hasn't this douche (Kyle) gotten his comeuppance yet? I do agree with the comment that he'll be a great driver once he grows up. He'll probably still look like Crackle and/or Pop, though.
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Some people wonder what I like about Nascar, because I don't fit the image of "Nascar fan" that they have in their heads. So:

1) It's uniquely southern. From the drivers' accents to its rumored roots in moonshine bootlegging, it feels like home.
2) It requires a level of skill that goes beyond most sports--not only do you have your body to deal with, you have to be in control of a monstrous piece of machinery (and in restrictor-plate racing, you have to work well with others--others who are traveling incredibly close to you).
3) Cars go real fast (and sometimes wreck spectacularly!).
4) The stories of cheating. Nascar drivers and their pit crews have pushed the rules to the limit in every way possible over the years and I love the ingenuity.

EDIT again: Who the shit calls during the final lap?! Congrats, Martin Truex, Jr.!