That’s it! I’ve had enough of the South. I can’t take it anymore. I figured something like this was going to happen, but not so soon.
My son has become a NASCAR fan.
To be more specific, a Jeff Gordon fan. I can recognize a handful of drivers and their cars – Tony Stewart, Jeff Gordon, Dale Earnhardt, Jr. – but that’s about it. I have no real favorites in NASCAR. I really don’t think it’s as exciting as open-wheel racing. I know Aiden likes racecars, though. So, I made sure he got to watch the beginning of whatever race was going on this past Sunday.
So – he sees the number 24 car and asks, “Who’s that car?” I told him, and he proceded to tell me that he wanted Jeff Gordon to win. I didn’t think much of it until he kept cheering for Gordon and got mad at me when I started to cheer for Tony Stewart (just to see what he’d do). He even began to pout when Gordon didn’t win the race.
A little concerning.
Then, to compound things, my parents took us to the NASCAR Cafe for dinner last night – kids eat free, and the atmosphere was cool with the race stuff all around. They also were carrying the basketball and football games. It’s pretty good food; worth a return trip. But I digress. As we were leaving, Dad pointed to a picture and asked Aiden who the guy was.
“Jeff Gordon!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. Now he recognizes the guy’s face. No car or #24 was anywhere to be found in the picture. He has adapted too quickly to the culture here.
I’m going to go tell Christy we need to pack up our stuff and move back to Indiana, where basketball is king.
Anyone have any extra boxes?
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