I mean, come on. Fishing video games are as brainless and senseless as they come -- and now I've got one going on my cell phone screen I can hardly see.
It's going to make that Hinder concert prior to the Lenox 300 seem like a night out.
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Why do race fans always insist on driving to and from racetracks as if they themselves are in the race? I almost understand the dash to leave the track -- having watched cars race for hours, while hurrying to get hom before the middle of the night.
But getting there? On no sleep, a couple cans of Monster and a killer hangover -- with the 17-burner, 8-million BTU grill system strapped into the truck bed -- darting from lane to lane. I'm more afraid than I was standing in the Cup garage during a practice session.
I need a spotter on a radio tuned to something other than the local country music station.
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