On those rarest of occasions whenÃ‚Â everybody in the house is asleep and I’m not, there’s nothing enjoy more thanÃ‚Â watching someting on the TV with the volume down, in this case the Tampa Bay/Jacksonville NFL preseason game, and then putting my headphones on and dialing up my favorite music station.
It’s relaxing,Ã‚Â it’s borderline spiritual, and it’s… not happening tonight.
My “go to” music station carries NASCAR races. It’s nothing new. They’ve done if for years. It’s just that I don’t get it.
I followÃ‚Â the sport quiteÃ‚Â a bit, but auto racing on the radio is like sex… on the radio. Yeah, that turns some people on, hence the fact that it’s broadcast, but there’s really something missing. MaybeÃ‚Â it’sÃ‚Â because the audio reminds me too much ofÃ‚Â that nightmarishÃ‚Â time I changed a tire on the shoulder of the freeway during rush hour.