Boogity, Boogity, Boogity

Let's go racing boys!

OK, now let me explain to those of you who don't know that I have completely fallen in love with... NASCAR! Today was the beginning of the 2009 racing season with the Daytona 500 in Daytona Beach, Fl. I have been looking forward to this day for months!

Now, if you had told me several years ago that I would have just typed that, I would have laughed and said, "No way! Not that redneck sport!" No offense to the rednecks reading this, I mean no disrespect! That was just my impression.

Darrel & Barbie, our wonderful friends and chosen family who have a Big TV with HD, love racing as much as we do (well, Scott and I anyway). They Tivoed (is that a word?) the race and we went over to their house after church (You have to keep your priorities, right?).

So with all the flash of the Super Bowl and none of the wardrobe malfunctions, racing started today with a prayer, The Star Spangled Banner, a fly over by a formation of F15's and the words that I have been waiting to hear. Darrell Waltrip, a former race car driver and now a commentator for Fox sports, begins each race as they come to the green flag by saying "Boogity, Boogity, Boogity, let's go racing boys!" And off the 43 cars roar. It is so cool.

My favorite driver is Elliott Sadler, who drives the #19 car. He used to drive the car that was sponsored by M& M's; now you know why I liked him back when we started watching... chocolate. When he changed teams, it didn't seem right to not be his fan anymore! So Elliott it is.

Today he actually led several laps and almost won the race. If they had called it for rain just a few laps before they did, he would have. Oh well, don't they say timing is everything?

Now you may be asking yourself, "How did they get into racing?" Let me explain... When Scott was little he loved cars with numbers on them and one day when Chuck was watching a ball game on Sunday afternoon he flipped the channel to look for another game and came across a race and Scott (who was 3 at the time) was immediately captivated by the cars with numbers and then by the crashes. So it began with that. Scott then wanted to buy the cars and learn about the drivers and the rest was history. He called it "Hit Racing" for obvious reasons!

So the next time you pass by a race on TV, take a look! You may fall in love!! HA!

On another note, the shot on Friday went pretty well. Scott began to struggle a little bit and then we started praying and he calmed down. Afterword, we went to Krispy Kreme to get a donut. His cheek is still sore, but (pun intended), he's doing fine. Thanks for your prayers for my boy, you don't know how much I appreicate them!