For those of you that don't know, people from all over the United States will be invading north east Alabama this week and making their way to Talladega.
LESSON NUMBER 1: There is no DAY in DEGA. If you are going to come to Alabama for the race, at least pronounce it right. I promise you will score big brownie points with the locals.
Let's practice. All together now....TALLA DE GA.
TALLA DE GA = GOOD
TALLA DAY GA = STUPID
We will gladly accept, TALLA DE GA over TALLA DAY GA anyday.
The most common way to pronounce it, by those born and rasied in this area, is: TALLA DIG GA.
I gave that tip to a friend several years ago and he reported back that all the locals gave him big smiles, high fives, 2 hugs and 1 kiss, because they thought it so amazing that someone with his accent was actually pronouncing it correctly.
Growing up less than 30 minutes from the track, it wasn't really a big deal in the 70's. I never cared about going and could not for the life of me understand the entertainment value of watching a bunch of cars drive around and around in a circle all day long. Not to mention the fact that Daddy declared it a place where no "decent" woman would be caught dead. I asked him once if that applied to decent men as well, and if so, why was he going and taking my little brother. That didn't go over too well.
During race weekends in the 70's, it was not uncommon to drive to The Ark for some good ol southern fried catfish and see the likes of Richard Petty,Bobby Allison, and others. Those names meant nothing to me back then, and I only remember because several times over the years Daddy would point at this tall man wearing sunglasses and a cowboy hat and say:
Daddy: That's Richard Petty.
Belle: Who?
Daddy: Richard Petty. A famous stock car driver.
Belle: Oh.....Does he know Captain Kangeroo?
Daddy: I doubt it.
Belle: Can you ask him?
Daddy: Hack no, I'm not asking him if he knows Captain Kangeroo!
Belle: You said he was famous.
Daddy: He is.
Belle: Well, so is Captain Kangeroo.....Oh....oh....maybe he knows Mr Greenjeans too!
It was only a couple of years ago that I attended my first race at Talladega, in the hopes of seeing Dale Jr win. He didn't. Although it was an experience. The roar of the crowd is amazing when Dale Jr is announced or goes speeding by....and you better cover your ears if he is in the lead. As much as Talladega loves Dale Jr....they HATE Jeffy Gordon and Jimmy Johnson, as the beer cans pelting Gordon's car after a win will attest.
Tried again at the fall race and swore I would NEVER...go again, but, I am rethinking that. I have a feeling this may be his year to win at Talladega and I want to be there to see it. At least I think I do. I tend to forget how much I hate crowds.
The second time I went with my friend Jack, losing me at the spring race fresh in his mind, the minute we got out of the truck, he clasped something around my wrist...the other end around his with a bungee cord like thing in between to keep track of me.
Oh the looks we got walking through those crowds.I was by that time in hour 3 of "happy" hour and didn't give a rip. I laughed as he pulled (DRAGGED) me along, stopping every once in a while just to see the cord stretch out between us and hear him piss and moan.
Jack: Geez, Rocky, I feel like I'm here with a 5 year old.
Belle: You should know by now you can't take me anywhere...especially in large crowds.
Jack: I think it has less to do with the crowds and more to do with Jack Daniels,now bring your country ass on before we miss the start of the race.
Belle: Jack.....
Jack: Yeah? Can't you walk and talk at the same time?
Belle: My shoe is untied.
Jack: So? Tie it. I need to put down this cooler anyway.
Belle: Tie it for me.
Jack: Tie it yourself.
Belle: I can't. I'll get dizzy if I bend over and if I sit down, I might never get back up.
Jack: GAWD A'MIGHTY! Give me your foot!
(Shoe now tied, we continue for a while)
Belle: (stopping again) Jack.....
Jack: (turns around....STEAM COMING OUT OF HIS EARS) What now? You don't have to pee again, do ya?
Belle:I'm thristy.
Jack: Drinks are in the cooler and if you want one, you'll have to follow me!
We caught a couple of people in our cord a few times. By accident of course.
Belle:(stopping) Jack......
Jack: DAMN! What?
Belle: I want some beads.
Jack: Huh?
Belle: Beads....see...all these women have on beads. I want some too.
Jack: No way in HELL! Come on, this cooler is heavy.
Belle: Why not?
Jack: I'll explain later, come the @#$% on!
Belle: Look, she has a lot of beads.
Jack: Show your hooters and you'll get some beads too.
Belle: What?
Jack: That is how they get the beads.
Belle: In that case. I don't want any.
Jack: Good. Can you walk faster.
Belle: Wait a minute. Caught a cowboy this time.
Jack: Remind me NEVER to bring you here again.
To the cowboy: Sorry, Sir.
To me: Let him go, Rocky!
Belle: I'm having fun.
Jack: No, Babe, you aren't having fun, you are bombed. Maybe if I was bombed, I would be having fun too. Instead, I am dragging you and toting this heavy ass cooler...now,please...I'll do anything just come on!
Belle: Anything?
Jack: Yes. Just come on.
Belle: Untie me from this stupid thing.We look like 2 good'uns.
Jack: What kind of good'un will I look like walking around this track for 2 days trying to find you. Come on.
Belle: Jack.....
Jack: What?!
Belle: Those men have on beads.
Jack: So?
Belle: What did they show?
Jack: Come on!
Belle: (STOPPING) Jack.!!!! Jack....look.....over there look!
Jack: WHAT....!!!
Belle: That man over there....It's Joe Nameth. I want to touch him. Come on!
Jack: God help me! That isn't Joe Nameth.
Belle: Are you sure?
Jack: Yes, I'm sure. That isn't Joe Nameth and those guys by the van weren't Lynyrd Skynryd and no way in hell is Al Gore here at this race. I swear Rocky...PLEASE...come on.
Belle:He is so sexy. Don't you think he is sexy?
Jack: Who?
Belle: Joe Nameth.
Jack: Yeah. Joe Nameth is so hot he makes my blood boil, now COME ON!
(Just so happens a bunch of guys heard Jack's sexy Joe statement and started laughing...and so did I)
Jack: Less laughing, more walking....come on!
Belle: Jack.....
Jack: Why did you stop again?!
Belle: Jaaaaaaaaaacccccckkkkk......
Jack: Oh, no. Don't TELL ME.....
Belle: I have to pee....
He didn't speak to me for about 2 hours.
Later Ya'll...^Belle^