Well, I've hit rock bottom...we went to see auto races tonight.  I am going to sell all my posessions and purchase an insanely large amount of Skoal, perhaps a unique belt buckle which can be used to identify me, pull out a few teeth, and decorate my car with numbers and colors of NASCAR racers.  Any one know where I can get a used, rusty trailer with only half the wheels? 
    While I am no fan of car racing, I have to admit I had a good time.  I have never really understood the whole obsession with driving in a circle at high speed.  I didn't cry when Dale Earnhardt died (I may get mauled for saying that in North Carolina, being so close to "Graceland" and all), I don't know anything more about Jeff Gordan then his car is rainbow colored, and I have no race car related outfits (which were not in short supply tonight!).  I think I enjoyed the high level of testosterone in this estrogen filled world, who knows.  It won't become a regular thing, but since there isn't any football, I suppose it will do to pass the occasional evening.