I was brought up in a Nascar-drenched home. Daytona, Talladega and Charlotte were events to be respected and watched with reverence. We went for many years without missing a stint in the stands or infield for the 500 or Firecracker. Neil Bonnett was Dad's friend, Mom was crazy about Dale, and names like France, Penske and Wheeler were regularly bandied about. I've spent time with Richard Petty, Rusty Wallace and other drivers of note. I still hesitate to call my parents when a race is on TV—to do so risks no small degree of wrath.
I thought I had seen and heard just about everything one can experience at a gathering of the Nascar Faithful . . . until tonight. Please watch and listen to Pastor Joe Nelms at Nashville Superspeedway. Please. I promise you, you haven't heard this particular invocation before.
I'm pretty sure I've not heard a reference to anyone's "smokin' hot wife" in a public prayer, though I could be mistaken. Thanks to my sharp-eyed cousin Debi, you can see for yourself what a "smokin' hot wife" looks like:
I did not realize the Lord cared so much about engines and vehicular technology. I've always thought he was more concerned with Alabama football.
Love from Delta.
I thought I had seen and heard just about everything one can experience at a gathering of the Nascar Faithful . . . until tonight. Please watch and listen to Pastor Joe Nelms at Nashville Superspeedway. Please. I promise you, you haven't heard this particular invocation before.
I'm pretty sure I've not heard a reference to anyone's "smokin' hot wife" in a public prayer, though I could be mistaken. Thanks to my sharp-eyed cousin Debi, you can see for yourself what a "smokin' hot wife" looks like:
I did not realize the Lord cared so much about engines and vehicular technology. I've always thought he was more concerned with Alabama football.
Love from Delta.
