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dragonlady7Sundays in the Club are always more amusing when Tracey is there, and still moreso when there's a NASCAR race. She's a big fan and is in some sort of gambling pool, so is closely invested in the races. (Her picks included Tony Stewart and Dale Jr. today, so there was much squeaking of "JUNIOR!" in her odd breathy voice.)
I grew bored after a while, and occupied myself with various other things, until Tracey came back to the bar exclaiming "Did you see? Did you see?"
"Huh?" I came out and looked at the TV, which was in the midst of a replay.
It was just this big wall, of cars, mostly cars spun out sideways, tires smoking everywhere, across the entire track, gradually decelerating but still going about 100 mph, until they got to the banked turn and all just sort of slid down in a heap at the base of the turn.
"That's a twenty-five car pileup," Tracey said.
Now I've seen one. Holy cats.
"I saw Junior steer around it," she said, watching the big ol' ball of smoke intently. "He's okay. But did Tony make it?" We peered at yet another replay, watching the bright orange 20 car. "Eeeeek!!" He went down to the bottom lane as the pileup began, and in front of him at least a dozen cars became one big tangled mass. He avoided them, and then a car rocketed past his rear bumper, just missing him, and launched itself into the mess. He slowed down, and then not one but two cars came spinning by just behind him, the second so close that it might've bent his tailpipe, but again-- they missed him. It was pretty crazy. Tracey was pleased.
Not so pleased when Junior got in a pileup two laps from the finish, though. Freakin' Jeff Gordon, always with the winning and having no personality. They did show a clip of his victory lap from last year, though, with the fans pelting him with beer cans and booing. It was a pretty lame ending, last year, apparently-- there was debris on the track with five laps to go, and they decided they didn't have time to clean it up, so they just called the race over, a second after Gordon had just passed Junior and was ahead by like, two inches. Which is lame even if you aren't a Junior fan. I woulda thrown a beer can at Jeff Gordon too. That's lame.
So, this one ended OK, but I would've been more impressed if Tony Stewart had won, just because then Tracey probably would've made funny noises and jumped around, and that's always fun to watch. As it is she was just like, "Eh well." because she still gets points from Stewart's second-place finish.
I still find NASCAR extremely amusing in a sort of post-ironic way because almost all of my knowledge of the sport and its participants stems exclusively from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
killerwhaletank and her explicit RPS, which mostly features Kasey Kahne and Tony Stewart having extremely hot dom/sub gay sex. (OMG hawt redneck boys!)
Which just adds an entire other level to all of the proceedings, I have to say. I get all hot and bothered when they bump-draft.
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And on an entirely different note, I take everything back that I've ever said about the average American accent being clearer than the average other-speakers-of-English accent. I was thinking Northeast, I was thinking my accent, and then I was thinking of Adam's accent. No. See, up here, we say all our letters. Fine. Deep south, they say fewer of them, but they say 'em slower. In the middle, in the heart of the NASCAR belt-- well, not so much. They interviewed Junior during a red-flag when he was just sitting there in his car.
Announcer: "So how did you make it out of that pileup? That was pretty crazy!"
Junior: "Waal, Eh js knd wnt laaww, see? Nthin Eh strd clrn y'knaww, js mamw'y bkup wnEh cd."
Huh? I swearagawd, his lips warn't movina tall.
I grew bored after a while, and occupied myself with various other things, until Tracey came back to the bar exclaiming "Did you see? Did you see?"
"Huh?" I came out and looked at the TV, which was in the midst of a replay.
It was just this big wall, of cars, mostly cars spun out sideways, tires smoking everywhere, across the entire track, gradually decelerating but still going about 100 mph, until they got to the banked turn and all just sort of slid down in a heap at the base of the turn.
"That's a twenty-five car pileup," Tracey said.
Now I've seen one. Holy cats.
"I saw Junior steer around it," she said, watching the big ol' ball of smoke intently. "He's okay. But did Tony make it?" We peered at yet another replay, watching the bright orange 20 car. "Eeeeek!!" He went down to the bottom lane as the pileup began, and in front of him at least a dozen cars became one big tangled mass. He avoided them, and then a car rocketed past his rear bumper, just missing him, and launched itself into the mess. He slowed down, and then not one but two cars came spinning by just behind him, the second so close that it might've bent his tailpipe, but again-- they missed him. It was pretty crazy. Tracey was pleased.
Not so pleased when Junior got in a pileup two laps from the finish, though. Freakin' Jeff Gordon, always with the winning and having no personality. They did show a clip of his victory lap from last year, though, with the fans pelting him with beer cans and booing. It was a pretty lame ending, last year, apparently-- there was debris on the track with five laps to go, and they decided they didn't have time to clean it up, so they just called the race over, a second after Gordon had just passed Junior and was ahead by like, two inches. Which is lame even if you aren't a Junior fan. I woulda thrown a beer can at Jeff Gordon too. That's lame.
So, this one ended OK, but I would've been more impressed if Tony Stewart had won, just because then Tracey probably would've made funny noises and jumped around, and that's always fun to watch. As it is she was just like, "Eh well." because she still gets points from Stewart's second-place finish.
I still find NASCAR extremely amusing in a sort of post-ironic way because almost all of my knowledge of the sport and its participants stems exclusively from
killerwhaletank and her explicit RPS, which mostly features Kasey Kahne and Tony Stewart having extremely hot dom/sub gay sex. (OMG hawt redneck boys!) Which just adds an entire other level to all of the proceedings, I have to say. I get all hot and bothered when they bump-draft.
(edited to add pictures)
And on an entirely different note, I take everything back that I've ever said about the average American accent being clearer than the average other-speakers-of-English accent. I was thinking Northeast, I was thinking my accent, and then I was thinking of Adam's accent. No. See, up here, we say all our letters. Fine. Deep south, they say fewer of them, but they say 'em slower. In the middle, in the heart of the NASCAR belt-- well, not so much. They interviewed Junior during a red-flag when he was just sitting there in his car.
Announcer: "So how did you make it out of that pileup? That was pretty crazy!"
Junior: "Waal, Eh js knd wnt laaww, see? Nthin Eh strd clrn y'knaww, js mamw'y bkup wnEh cd."
Huh? I swearagawd, his lips warn't movina tall.
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Date: 2005-05-02 02:02 am (UTC)You should hear Elliott Sadler talk, dude. If you've ever watched King of the Hill, he sounds like Boomhauer, except his voice is a little higher.
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Date: 2005-05-02 02:23 am (UTC)Is he from Virginia? It's the Not-So-Deep-South-But-We-Still-Mean-It South that's got the awful accents. I can totally handle the Deep South. The other ones just, I dunno, have complexes or something.
But I was totally giggling all through all the bump-drafting shots, and couldn't bring myself to explain it to Tracey.