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I recently had the unfortunate experience of witnessing a few minutes of Nascar. And by a "few minutes", I mean probably about ten. Now contained within those ten minutes was a virtually uninterrupted stream of live footage of cars screaming around the track and
no one saying anything.
It was positively mind numbing. There were way too many cars and shifting camera angles to possibly keep track of anything. And honestly, you didn't really need to. In my brief introductory period with the so-called sport, I discovered that nothing, save for the occasional crash, really changes. Cars will keep their relative position for literally hundreds of laps.
Do we, as a civilization, really define this as a "sport"? And how, in Gods name, does one find this entertaining?
Having grown up in Indiana, one would imagine that I would possess a little more insight into the culture of stock car racing. But the fervent devotion of it's fans continues to mystify me.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to sit in front of the tv and play some morally and socially debilitating video games.
josh