Since Fuzzy and I have been surrounded with the fascinating and incredibly entertaining world of professional wrestling for a while now, it seemed right to casually mention one night a couple months ago that all I needed to do was go to a monster truck rally and all my dreams would come true. Literally. I've been dreaming about monster truck rallies most of my life--more so when I was younger, but it's not atypical for one every now and then now.
A few weeks ago, he messages me.
"Do you have any plans tonight?"
"Can I take you out on a date?"
I would love that so much!
"Ok! Dress for a Skynyrd concert and bring your earplugs."
I was SO EXCITED. We could have been going to a concert, but deep down in my heart, I was hoping it was something else.
A Monster Truck Rally.
And it WAS!
And Ho-Ly shit. I was the most fun night ever.
Please enjoy these photos and videos from MORE MONSTER JAM at the Allstate Arena.
Which makes sense, cause I'm pretty much a 12 year old boy.
I know this means something other than what I WISH it meant, but it was still exciting.
We got a clump of dirt!
Towards the end, this started happening a lot:
It was scary, but everyone was ok.
Especially these guys!