About once a week I'll go into the bonus room, plop my ever-increasing rear end onto the sectional, press the OnDemand button on the remote, and watch part of "Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby." I'll watch random parts, from the dinner scene to the various commercials.
Monday night I watched the scene where a young Ricky Bobby drives the car while his mom is in the convenience store. All he wanted to do was to go fast. I had Sara come in and watch it because the young actor looked just like a little boy on our street. Just as Little Ricky backed out of the parking lot, Sara noticed something. "Wait!", she said. "Did that sign say gas was just 34 cents????" I told her that I remembered when gas was as low as 29 cents. The look on her face was like I'd just told her there was no such thing as an iPod.
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