I like boxing and I love De La Hoya, so when I heard he was going to fight again - well that was definitely going to be a show to watch. Especially, since Mayorga was talking smack about his wife and kids. Didn't watch it! Completely forgot about! Had to be told about it the next day! The sad reality - I wasn't even upset. All I had to know were the highlights: Knocked Mayorga down in the First, Won in the Sixth. The only thing in my mind the night before was the Richmond race - a night race. A night race changes everything. It decides whether you go out or not: usually not, and what time to put the kids to bed: early. The last time there was a night race - Phoenix - we had to tape it and that was almost a catastrophe!

We have not stepped into modern television technology with TiVo and rely on the old VCR. My husband hates the VCR. The frustration he gets when he finds out that a show didn't record is just unbearable. You never know whether you have to set it to Channel 3 or you need it on the actual Channel to record, or you set the timer for AM instead of PM, or what we've been experiencing lately - the tape running out before the end of the show finishes recording. Agony!

The night of the Phoenix race was also the night of a dear friend's wedding. Although my husband expressed his disappointment in missing the race live he knew he wasn't getting out of this one so my husband begins to studiously read the VCR instructions. He's going for it! He's going to tape it. He even did a practice test and it worked. We continue with our evening and enjoy a beautiful ceremony and reception with our friends. The adult beverages are free flowing and my husband is generously grateful. I stick with the fruit punch considering the weekend before I had partaken of too many spirits and the memory alone was still lingering. We arrive home safe and sound and begin to settle ourselves in for a night of racing. He pushes play and the tape is showing previews for Invasion on ABC. Oh that just did it - he storms off, mumbling something about how he knew it wasn't going to work. Then he comes back and plays it again - this time fast forwarding. Not on there. Finally he says to me, "I have no idea what these numbers are." I looked up and realized "those numbers" was the tape timer. "Honey, did you rewind it? I think that means 5 hours and 43 minutes." He solemnly looks at me and hits the rewind button. He had been so fixated on the idea that the entire tape would be used up and that the VCR would rewind it automatically that he never thought about rewinding it himself. Nevermind the fact that he consumed enough alcohol that would alter anybody's mind of thinking clearly.  Once fully rewound, we joyously rejoiced that the VCR had worked correctly. My husband wholeheartedly thanked me and we began to watch the race. After about 60 laps I announced going to bed, after all it was 1:30 in the morning and I had to get up early to finish watching the race before I read it in the paper.

We didn't have to tape the Richmond race but we completely forgot about De La Hoya, but when you love NASCAR so much, other sports tend to be put on the back burner. As for those Non-Jr. fan's out there: I told you!

Just one last question and thought: What was with those Crown Royal bags behind Junior's head? That was a pitiful display of camera hogging from the sponsor. I don't care about the Crown Royal girls in Victory Lane - I often wondered why Nextel got rid of Ms. Winston. They could have had a Ms. Nextel but choose not too. I just thought it was in bad taste of Crown Royal. Your thoughts?