Mute, please

This day's a big deal for a 5-year-old boy who loves all things wheeled, whose favorite movie characters include a cocky red racer named Lightning McQueen, whose middle name should've been Speed instead of Theodore.

Today is the official start to the 2009 NASCAR Sprint Cup season, with the running of the Daytona 500. Henry's been digging the coverage. He picked his favorite driver for the season: Jeff Gordon (in part because, according to H, his DuPont Chevy's "colors are so beautiful"). He jammed with Keith Urban during the pre-race concert. And he sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, asking occasionally when the big wrecks were going to hurry up and happen.

But I'm wondering whether we should watch the remaining races of the season with the sound off. Because I heard two frightening things exit Henry's mouth, both a regurgitation of what he'd heard earlier in the broadcast. I'm not sure which was more disturbing.

1. Henry, as he was racing his Hot Wheels on the living room floor in front of the TV: "Boogity Boogity Boogity boys, let's go racin'!"

2. Henry singing... "Viva, Viagra! Viiiivaaaa, vivaaaaa, Viaaaagrrraaaaaaa!"

1 comment:

AnneR said...

I heard a bit on BBC World News about NASCAR having financial difficulties. Maybe if you're really lucky, they'll go under soon.

I still have that Jeff Gordon ceiling fan...