My Name Is April and I'm a Hypocrite

April GatesCorrespondent IJune 21, 2009

SONOMA, CA - JUNE 21:  Kasey Kahne, driver of the #9 Budweiser Dodge, celebrates in victory lane after winning the NASCAR Sprint Cup Series Toyota/Save Mart 350 at the Infineon Raceway on June 21, 2009 in Sonoma, California.  (Photo by Ezra Shaw/Getty Images for NASCAR)

Let me start by saying I don't like the taste of crow.  Apparently I'll be getting used to that flavor very quickly. 

Only mere hours ago, I lamented the fact that there wasn't anything remotely interesting to me about a road course.  The NASCAR gods decided today would be the day that I would eat those words. 

Only hours after uttering those words, my driver went on to win the race on yes. You guessed it—on a road course. 

My driver, Kasey Kahne, fought one of the hardest battles he's faced in a very long time on the track to take the checkers at Infineon Raceway for the Toyota/SaveMart 350. 

I'm what could conservatively been classified as an "obsessed NASCAR fan."  Yes, I have driver apparel.  Yes, I have personalized plates indicative of my favorite driver.  Yes, I travel and attend several NASCAR races a year.  Yes, I foam at the mouth when someone disparages my driver.  So to be sure, I take my NASCAR very seriously.

So serious in fact that I am willing to submit myself to sitting in 1000 degree heat, drive hours on end, and plan vacations around races just to watch a race.  There's something so riveting and exhilarating about watching one in person. 

But certain tracks I think might be better appreciated by watching from the comfort of my big comfy couch—such as today's race in Sonoma, Calif.  I will admit—I watched, and dare I say I enjoyed the race today.  It was as if someone were out to prove a point to me.  

There I sat, laptop ablaze with Raceview and IM (to fellow Kasey fans and friends to discuss race status), iPhone with Twitter updates from friends and race teams, and the very important in-car audio from Team No. 9 streaming into my brain (yes, my husband tells me frequently what a dork I am).

I sat for every single lap.  Every single caution.  Until a strange thing happened.  I realized that I had forgotten I didn't like road courses!  But I could barely hear it over my screaming and yelling, whoopin' and hollerin' about how much I was loving this race. 

I guess the differences like watching with all the accoutrement's of home—laptop, 50" plasma, in-car audio, IM's—are what made this type of race palatable.  I guess maybe the next time I spout about not liking a certain type of track in person, I should reserve judgement until I watch it from home...and my driver wins the race. 

Congratulations Team Kasey Kahne and RPM!! 

There, that wasn't so bad after all.