travis1960
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My experience in the stands today at the Motorplex in Ennis, Texas.
For the most part drag racing fans are a good bunch of people. And then there are "them". You know "them", that small bunch of people who just have no regard for those around "them". We have all had our encounter with "them" at one time or another in the stands at the races. Today I was almost surrounded by "them".
Let's start with the three "jumpers" sitting in front of me. One directly in front, one to the left front, one to the right front.Their names were Jake, Bubba and Leroy. Now I don't know these guys but I know their names because every time two cars would run, Jake would say; "Bubba, did you see that"! To which Bubba would reply; "That was something Jake...you like that Leroy"? To which Leroy would reply; "Wooo Hooo"! I don't know if Leroy could actually speak, because this is all he did. Now I mentioned before that they were "jumpers". You know, every time two cars leave the line.....they all three jump to their feet. But they were not just your regular "jumpers", they were "drunk jumpers".
On to the person sitting to my right. A twelve or thirteen year old boy with no interest in the races. He has a portable DVD player that he is watching music videos on and stomping his feet to the music, thus jarring the bleachers with every stomp of his feet. This was non stop.
The guy directly behind me was on his cell phone giving play by play of all the action to someone who evidently couldn't be there in person. It was pretty annoying. I turned around at one point to see if it was Bob Frey sitting there, but it wasn't.
Now to the only bright spot in this hole experience. To my left was a gorgeous blonde with big.....well, let's just say she smelled real good. Alas, this one bright spot didn't last long as the dude with her must not have cared for my glances, because they soon switched seats. Sigh.
And to top off the whole experience, this photo will tell the tale of how bad my luck was today.
That's right, couldn't even see the finish line.
I suffered through the first round of qualifying and then I had had enough and just came home. And I am not going to the finals tomorrow, I am just going to watch it on television.
For the most part drag racing fans are a good bunch of people. And then there are "them". You know "them", that small bunch of people who just have no regard for those around "them". We have all had our encounter with "them" at one time or another in the stands at the races. Today I was almost surrounded by "them".
Let's start with the three "jumpers" sitting in front of me. One directly in front, one to the left front, one to the right front.Their names were Jake, Bubba and Leroy. Now I don't know these guys but I know their names because every time two cars would run, Jake would say; "Bubba, did you see that"! To which Bubba would reply; "That was something Jake...you like that Leroy"? To which Leroy would reply; "Wooo Hooo"! I don't know if Leroy could actually speak, because this is all he did. Now I mentioned before that they were "jumpers". You know, every time two cars leave the line.....they all three jump to their feet. But they were not just your regular "jumpers", they were "drunk jumpers".
On to the person sitting to my right. A twelve or thirteen year old boy with no interest in the races. He has a portable DVD player that he is watching music videos on and stomping his feet to the music, thus jarring the bleachers with every stomp of his feet. This was non stop.
The guy directly behind me was on his cell phone giving play by play of all the action to someone who evidently couldn't be there in person. It was pretty annoying. I turned around at one point to see if it was Bob Frey sitting there, but it wasn't.
Now to the only bright spot in this hole experience. To my left was a gorgeous blonde with big.....well, let's just say she smelled real good. Alas, this one bright spot didn't last long as the dude with her must not have cared for my glances, because they soon switched seats. Sigh.
And to top off the whole experience, this photo will tell the tale of how bad my luck was today.
That's right, couldn't even see the finish line.
I suffered through the first round of qualifying and then I had had enough and just came home. And I am not going to the finals tomorrow, I am just going to watch it on television.