In this family, we watch NASCAR on Sundays. Every Sunday, no matter where we are at. Do I find it interesting? Yeah not really. I try to get a little involved since Dawson LOVES it and he enjoys it but let’s be honest it is really just cars going around in circles. A few weekends ago we were watching the Daytona 500 and low and behold Dawson’s favorite NASCAR driver won. Ricky Stenhouse Jr. won the Daytona 500. The races of races. Or so Dawson tells me, I don’t really know.
This man, aka my husband, starts going crazy with about 10 laps left in the race maybe less, I don’t know. All I know is that there were a few cautions and Ricky somehow ended up in 1st place. Dawson is going crazy. He is jumping around the apartment like a kid who just ate an entire candy store. He takes a few breaths and waits for the race to start up again. They wave the flag that tells them to go (I’m assuming green, I don’t know NASCAR so bear with me) and they take off. Ricky is in first, they have one lap left, and there is another caution but Ricky made it far enough and he wins the Daytona 500. Everybody is hanging on the edge of their seats to see if Ricky Stenhouse Jr. won the Daytona 500 and low and behold he did.
As soon as they announce it, Dawson starts going absolutely ballistic. He’s jumping on things, he’s hootin’, he’s hollerin’, he’s about to give himself a concussion. I wish I had a video of it because this boy was either about to have a heart attack or fall down and crack his head open. He’s screaming at the top of his lungs, jumping on his desk chair, and all of the above. Memphis is hiding behind me because she thinks she’s in trouble, Dixie is looking at her dad like “what the heck are doing” and then she starts jumping with him until he started screaming and then she comes and sits by me like “ummm I don’t want to get trampled so I’m going to come over here by you mom”. This went on for a good 5-10 minutes. Just Dawson running back and forth across the apartment screaming “RICKY WON THE 500, RICKY FREAKING WON THE DAYTONA 500 WHOOOOOOOOOOOO” over and over and over.
You can’t say my husband isn’t passionate about NASCAR. In fact, I would even venture out and say he’s more passionate about NASCAR than football or basketball…when Ricky is doing good. I’m going to finish this by saying as a person I have zero interest in NASCAR, none, zilch, zero. But as a wife, I take an interest in it so I can celebrate the wins with my husband. And Ricky if you see this, I am sure we will be down in Charlotte for the Coca-Cola 600 and you have to sign my husband’s Daytona 500 shirt…he spent like $50 on it and wants to hang it in his office but like you gotta sign it man.