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February 07, 2004
a sporting confession

I love sports just as much as the next guy...Nay, I love it MORE than the next guy. It's just that I enjoy it for different reasons than most. Sure I marvel at the ability of the modern athlete, their ability to run a 4.4 sec 40-yard dash, jump 11 ft in the air, or sprinting lay out for the short fly to center. But what I really enjoy are the tatics of the game.

I love watching the quick slant check off against a nickel blitz, I know that if you seal off the backside of a match up zone a drive and kick out will leave you with the most open 3 in the history of basketball, and I'm greatly amused by clean up hitter so far out in front of a perfectly thrown 2-0 change up he could nearly pull it back and take another swing.

And because of this quirky love I have a confession to make, I like NASCAR. Not any other kind of racing, just NASCAR. The rules of stock car racing are geared so that all the cars run at the same speed. This means that the driver, and race day strategies are responsible for most success. Change two tires or four? Can we go the last 42 laps on one tank? If we run with the 8 car, will we get lost on the high side coming out of turn two?

So don't right off all NASCAR fans as redneck good ole boys from the south. There are too many of us that appreciate the intellectual side of the sport.

So there you go, I've come clean to the world.

Posted by Kyle at 11:45 PM | Category: Fun with Balls


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As far as I can tell, they're just a bunch of cars driving around in a circle. But when you put it like that, it does sound interesting. :-)

Posted by: Sarah at February 8, 2004 02:52 PM

It's OK, I'm a NASCAR fan and I'm not afraid to admit it.

Posted by: Katie at February 9, 2004 10:50 AM