Miss you, buddy
I miss football. None of this soccer nonsense — I mean the football where refridgerator-sized men battle for pride, glory and multimillion-dollar salaries on the gridiron every Sunday. Without it, I’ve been forced to turn my attention to another sport: racing. Motoring seems more an everyman hobby in Britain, rather than the NASCAR and mullet-riddled realm of the redneck. Even Top Gear is hosted by a regular British chap in a cardigan, and it’s the best car show I’ve ever seen (seriously, where I’d watch 10 hours of NFL coverage on Sundays, I watch 10 hours of this instead). So, not really knowing what I was in for, I decided to take my fascination to the field and check out a day at the races.
