I was at the 'rents for supper last night, and when little brother walked in the door, the first thing out of his mouth was this: "If you write about Justin.friggin.Bieber one more day, I'M NEVER READING YOUR BLOG AGAIN!!!!!" (you could hear the capslock and exlamation points in his voice)
- He's kind of handsome.
- His car is #99. (That's got to be good, right? Gretzky's #?)
- He drives a Ford. (This is important in my family).
- He drives for Roush Racing. (I have no idea what that means).
- His sponsor is Aflac. (I think).
- He's Wayne's favourite driver.
- Wayne has a Carl Edwards cap.
- Wayne is my friend.
- Wayne had the #2 pick and went with Jimmie Johnson instead of Carl Edwards.
That's about it. And half of it is more about Wayne than Carl Edwards.
But here is what I have decided, after one race so far this season. (I'm not even sure if they call it a "season" in racing, but whatever)... Watching a race is much more fun when you have money riding on one particular driver, and he's in the top 10 cars with only a few laps left. Edwards wasn't in the top 20 for most of the Daytona 500 (at least, not when I was paying attention), BUT after many crashes and caution flags (HATE those), he suddenly ended up in second heading towards the checkered flag. (That's the finish line).
And I was excited!!!
Of course he didn't win. That would have been too magical. Magical things do not happen to me. But he finished second, and I think that must be pretty good. And the guy that won, I have no idea who he was and nobody had picked him in the pool, so nobody won this week. That pot carries over to the next race.
Voila. A racing fan is born. I actually can't wait for the next one.
Go Carl Go! (and Earnhardt Jr. too, because you're so handsome!)
Hearts & love to Justin Bieber.