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Ok, so Nascar isn't really my thing.. and my dad told me that I'd be hooked after one race.. well....  Sitting in the hot bleachers, way way up, so when you have to pee from all the water you have to drink cuz your sweating your *butt* off, you have to go down then back up three flights of stairs, is not my idea of fun. Plus the drunk husband and wife screaming every obscenity they can think of at each other.. Then the lady goes to walk past me, you know, in that awkward half hug you hav...