As Jay Hart from Yahoo! explains…

With the track at Homestead-Miami Speedway flooded with bystanders wanting to be close to history, Jimmie Johnson was left with maybe a 20-foot alleyway to celebrate his fourth consecutive Cup title. Unfazed, Johnson revved his engine, smashed the brake and smoked the tires on his 3,450-pound race car right between two parallel rows of people.

OK, I’m gonna do my best car screech sound right here. Eeeeeeeerrsskk! Let’s just stop right there. It’s car racing. Folks. It’s car racing. Have any of you ever been to a NASCAR race?  I for one have.  It’s easily the most pointless event in all of sport.  It’s cars that are extremely loud going in circles for hours on end.  That’s it.  That’s all it is.

And yet millions of people watch this?  Why?  For the crashes.  There’s no way anyone watches other than for the feeling that maybe, just maybe some dude will flip over 16 times and smash his helmet on the pavement thus giving us 15 seconds of entertainment and filling our violent thirst for the day.

The only other reason to like NASCAR?  The infield.  If you ever go to a NASCAR race make sure to go the night before and hang out at the infield.  Bring a camera, sit in one spot for a couple hours and just click the button.  You will not regret it at all.

Want some proof?  Here are a few pics from my NASCAR experience in Texas a year ago.

It’s amazing to me that these aren’t the images we see on Television. You would figure that the skinny guy making the constipated yet horny “I’m gonna git dat ho back to ma trailer” face would be a big sell on NBC

That was this year’s homecoming NASCAR king and queen. These were the two responsible for entertaining all of the Fortune 500 clients attending the race.

I’ve got two words. Three. Some. I have another two words: Most disgusting visual I could possibly imagine at this point in my life.

This is a guy who was pondering Plato and Socrates while hanging out on a scaffolding and drinking what was surely water.

Here, the greener and gayer the boots were, the hotter the chicks you got were. I’m gonna have to try this out in New York.

Can you guess which one is me? This kid was the prize of the entire event.