First of all, racing is stupid and so are the people that like it. Yep, that's right, if you think what happened to Dale Earnhardt was a tragedy, or have a 3 or an 8 back of your truck, you are probably an idiot; and, just in case you are not totally convinced, Dale Earnhardt Jr., marginally skilled race car driver, insisted on proving it to the world during an interview about his big crash or whatever on 60 Minutes with Mike Wallace.
I'll spare you the boring details of the interview, but in describing the moments right after the crash, Earnhardt suggested that his dad came back from the dead to pull him out of his flaming vehicle.
"I don't want to put some weird, you know, psycho twist on it like he was pulling me out or anything, but he had a lot to do with me getting out of that car."
Uh huh. Now, I'm no doctor, but I've seen Ghost Dad enough times to know when a ghost can and can't meddle in the mortal world. Let's get real, buddy.
"From the movement I made to unbuckle my belt to lying on the stretcher, I have no idea what happened." Earnhardt recalled.
Someone please tell me when you can't remember what happened equals the ghost of your father came down from racecar driver heaven and pulled you out of your flaming auto. Sure, guy. I think your dad would probably be too damn embarrassed that his son couldn't do his one and only job correctly and not crash his damn car.
Maybe, Dale Earnhardt Jr., you just don't remember what happened because you were in a car accident and are too stupid and self-absorbed to just say so.
Jr. went on to say that he later inquired about the person and/or ghost who helped him from the car. He told 60 Minutes that he grabbed one of his probably-minimum-wage mechanics from Mexico, "screaming at him to find the guy that pulled me out of the car.
"He was like, 'Nobody helped you get out,' and I was like, 'That's strange because I swear somebody...had me underneath...my arms and was carrying me out of the car."'
Whatfuckingever.
Earnhardt's father was killed three years ago during the final lap of the Daytona 500 race. Since then, his legend has lived on through his dumb, car-crashing, race-losing, fuck-tard son; vinyl stickers on the back of oversized vehicles; and cheap plastic cups.
I'll spare you the boring details of the interview, but in describing the moments right after the crash, Earnhardt suggested that his dad came back from the dead to pull him out of his flaming vehicle.
"I don't want to put some weird, you know, psycho twist on it like he was pulling me out or anything, but he had a lot to do with me getting out of that car."
Uh huh. Now, I'm no doctor, but I've seen Ghost Dad enough times to know when a ghost can and can't meddle in the mortal world. Let's get real, buddy.
"From the movement I made to unbuckle my belt to lying on the stretcher, I have no idea what happened." Earnhardt recalled.
Someone please tell me when you can't remember what happened equals the ghost of your father came down from racecar driver heaven and pulled you out of your flaming auto. Sure, guy. I think your dad would probably be too damn embarrassed that his son couldn't do his one and only job correctly and not crash his damn car.
Maybe, Dale Earnhardt Jr., you just don't remember what happened because you were in a car accident and are too stupid and self-absorbed to just say so.
Jr. went on to say that he later inquired about the person and/or ghost who helped him from the car. He told 60 Minutes that he grabbed one of his probably-minimum-wage mechanics from Mexico, "screaming at him to find the guy that pulled me out of the car.
"He was like, 'Nobody helped you get out,' and I was like, 'That's strange because I swear somebody...had me underneath...my arms and was carrying me out of the car."'
Whatfuckingever.
Earnhardt's father was killed three years ago during the final lap of the Daytona 500 race. Since then, his legend has lived on through his dumb, car-crashing, race-losing, fuck-tard son; vinyl stickers on the back of oversized vehicles; and cheap plastic cups.
