I have a secret. I hope you won't think less of me for revealing it. I kinda like NASCAR. I am not passionate about it, but I do watch it occasionally and I know a bit about some of the drivers. Sam and I watch it together from time to time. He likes Jeff Gordon. I like Matt Kenseth. I have no use for Kyle Busch. I think he is a whiner who races dirty and hides behind Momma's apron. It seems like whenever there is a wreck, Kyle Busch is near by. It seems that whenever he is close to winning, he will wreck everyone between him and the finish line. Whatever it takes to win is the price he will pay. Now, I admit that I don't know any of that for a fact, but I've watched enough to form that opinion by observation without outside help.
Tonight at our family devotions we were talking about putting others first. I was explaining to the kids that some people will do whatever it takes to be first. I am endeavoring to come up with relevant examples when Kate pipes up and says: "you mean like Kyle Busch?" Maybe there is some moral value to NASCAR after all.
