It's All In My Head

In my head, yeah right. I just heard yelling coming from downstairs so I went to see what was going on. He's yelling and cheering about a Nascar race. It was 10:30pm and he kept walking from the computer to the kitchen television talking to the racers and telling them what they should do. He's got the race on the computer screen along with the stats on a self refreshing roll so he can see all of the places as they change. He has it on in the kitchen also because the picture comes in better there. Back and forth he went, as I sat there the whole time. Every once in awhile I would try to get a conversation going. I even told him as the cars updated. He just mumbled to himself about how that particular standing was good or bad for his drivers. Out of curiosity, I asked him what he could win if his drivers finish in the right places. He says either 2.50 or five dollars. Are you freakin kidding me?!? I sat there for twenty minutes waiting for him to finish watching this shit. This is proof that I need to get my head examined for putting up with this for so long. It is also proof that he is interested in things, he can hold his attention on something that he truly cares about. Who knew? In normal world, I'm pretty sure child rearing is above Nascar on the all important list of things to give your undivided attention to. In scary and slightly unbalanced husband world, Nascar is way more important. Duely noted.