I see two problems with this:
First -- Who's driving these clowns home? Who's going to die because of them.
Second -- Why do I have to apologize to my family, women and children all day for their behavior and language? My only fault is buying seats surrounded by a bunch of folks who seem like they just tasted liquor for the first time and can't control their intake.
Prior to their killing our friends and family on the road home however, they can, at times, provide a measure of entertainment. Paul, Buzzz and I got to hear about the vastly superior Toyota 500 inch Top Fuel Motor that Scott Kalitta was running. Our wavering informer went on to tell us all that this Top Fuel Toyota power plant is also in his pickup in the parking lot? Who knew. When they called Comp to the lanes he proudly proclaimed that Pro Street was next up! He went on to make it clear that Pro Stock had a 568 cubic inch limit! Wow, is my rule book out of date! His stellar information flowed for one entire Pro session.
This lush was entertaining - almost to the point that I could stand being near him -- no, not that good.