What It Is

Jeff Foxworthy defines "redneck" as "a complete lack of sophistication. Maybe not all the time, but I guarantee that at some time in your life, you have been a redneck."

Some of us more than others.

Being a redneck does not always mean doing dumbass stunts, and doing dumbass stunts does not make you a redneck, but hey, it's pretty unsophisticated when you use upended two-by-fours as jackstands for your truck and don't stop to worry about the possible consequences. Being a redneck doesn't mean you're poor, nor do you need to be trailer trash. But if you grew up in a single-wide practicing your baseball pitches with rocks on your dad's empties, you might be a redneck.

Not every redneck drinks. But a lot of us do. Not because we're alcoholics, but because it's social. We're not all stupid, nor are we all Southern. We do, however, do what it takes to get it done (whatever that is) and don't give a rat's ass about what you think of how we did it.

This is for those of you who need new ideas on how to solve your problems the redneck way.

This is for those of you who are wondering if you might be a redneck.

This is to share your daily redneck moments, no matter who you are. I know high-class, college-educated people who have a redneck moment almost every few weeks and aren't scared to admit it. I also know a four-year-old who wolfs down Thanksgiving dinner so he can go "Blow shit up" out back with his daddy.

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Sunday, May 11, 2008

In Defense of Kyle Busch

It seems that almost every redneck loves racing. A lot of us love stock-car racing the most, since it's on TV every weekend, and we will plan our weekends around the races. Some of us will drive 900 miles to watch them drive 500 miles. Personally, I think NASCAR is good competition, but the "stock" part is realy gone. That is not to say, though, that the OEMs (major carmakers) don't provide some great gear for those boys.

First, let me be clear: I am a die-hard fan of the Unser racing dynasty. They are my favorite racers. The Old Man of the Mountain was competitive for years on one of the world's most unique and challenging tracks, which I have had the good fortune to grow up near. NASCAR can't hold a candle to Pike's Peak.



When it comes to today's NASCAR lineup, though, I rooted for old Ironhead before his unfortunate death at Dayona. After that, I'd love to see Dale Earnhardt Jr. go on to match his father's greatness. I think he probably has the skill, but he hasn't really hit his groove. This season, although the move from DEI was a necessary change for him, I don't think he really has his heart in it. He's content with finishing behind someone. He may not like it, but he doens't hate it so much that it pushes him to win.

Kyle Busch, on the other hand, has that drive, that desire. He has an excellent team this year, and it is obvious that Toyota has the know-how and technology to compete with Detroit. A lot of people really hate Kyle this year. He won Daytona, and he has continued winning since then at an inredible rate. Last week, he apparently crashed Dlae Jr., which made him even more hatable, but that's racin'. Unfortunately, being stuck away from a TV and out of video tape, I missed the whole damn race. That's a cardinal sin on par with missing Denver vs. Oakland.

He may be the the man everyone love to hate, but he reminds me of Dale Earnhardt Sr. He has drive, the doesn't apologize, and he doesn't care if your cheer or boo, as long as the crowd is loud. That says something about the man's character. Now that doesn't mean I'll be putting a number 18 sticker anywhere anytime soon, but the kid deserves what he's earned.
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