So NASCAR is one of the last sports left (insert left turn joke), and luckily for us, it’s also one of the most electric.
Who would have thought stock car racing would stand the test of time? Go ahead and make your joke about only turning left, call it boring, say it’s only for rednecks, spit on me and tell me I’m scum, but you know what? You’re wrong… except about only turning left, that’s accurate 98% of the time. But on Sunday, those left turns are going to have you on the edge of your seat, and it will have your mind off the coronavirus and the sports wasteland that it has cursed us with. So it’s time to commit ourselves to NASCAR. Ever played Fuck Marry Kill? Well it’s time to fuck NASCAR, marry NASCAR, and kill some time.
Find your favorite driver, find your most hated rival, talk some major shit, buy some gear, buy some Doritos, figure out how an engine works, and get ready for 190 MPH crashes, post race fist fights, and hundreds of miles of adrenaline pumping left turns.
Let’s go racing boys.
